I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,
still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,
and we both know I try to substitute you,
with all these other girls,
but I told you before for you there’s no substitute,
because these other girls are just “other girls”,
they are not you,
they do not understand our artistic plights,
that’s why when they ask what I’m writing about,
I don’t even want to attempt to try and reply,
but if I do reply when they ask what I’m writing,
as I’m in that comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,
I either abbreviate my emotions by simply stating I’m writing poems,
or if I do go into detail I just tell them a lie,
I tell them,
I’m writing about the world,
when really,
the truth is all I’m writing about is you,
in solitude,
not trying to be rude,
I’d just rather be alone writing these poems,
than be with any other girl other than you,
in a solitary confinement of my own design,
because I locked my heart away and lost the key,
then found that surprisingly you’d found the key,
now you’re the only one that can break my heart free,
because,
I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,
still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
