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The air was thin
And my hands were numb

The ground was cold
And the rain clung too tightly to my body

I looked over at you
And for the first time in a very long time

*I felt safe
The heartbreak
When "Is"
becomes
"Was"
Maybe being this lonely
Isn't a bad thing

Maybe that's what being a poet it all about
The greatest writers were always alone and crazy anyway
I sit alone in the dark
And reminisce the essence of your touch
Feel your whisper across my skin
Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell

I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight
If she notices the softness of your eyes
And gentleness of your touch
The kindness of your kiss

I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own
"I'll alway's be your first"
I mumble to the emptiness of the room
And the feeling of missing you takes over
Sometimes poetry can be
Finding the right word
In the worst time
My mind is worse than wonderland

If you fall in
There's no getting out
Oh restless heart of mine
What must I do
To quench your greedy lips?

Oh anguished soul of mine
What must I do
For you to stop plaguing my helpless mind?
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