Deep.
In my eyes, on my back.
Cozy and squished in the pillow..
And blankets.
Gaze into my soul,
Captivating, playful..
Innocent, on guard.
Can't you see in her eyes all she needs?
What stops you?
Maybe,
She isn't yours
To love.
Maybe you don't know.
But I would think,
The vinyl playing would make it obvious.
The look in her eyes,
Like windows into.
What a fool. Innocent folly.
Looking to folly some more.
And romp. Romp.
Tears to her,
No more than a myth.
I miss you.
She...
Loves you.
But I know
WE
have needs.
I need you...
But you never were so good at seeing what she needed.
So needing you,
Seemed all a cruel joke.
Silly fawn.
Going on.
To believe
Another day.
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