I’d climb the highest mountain peak to greet you.
Can you see?
I’d nosedive my way back down to be with you.
Are you free?
I’d walk through flames for a moment of your time.
Do you care?
I’d wade through ashes of despair to meet you.
Are you there?

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My love for you is a slow and steady burn.

My scars suggest perhaps I’ll never learn.

You left me staring blankly in the rain.

Gazing out the window on a slowly departing train...



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