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Would you wait for me?
Would you miss me?
If only for a while?
If you waited,
Id come find you.
Id travel near and far,
I'll always hold a place for you in my heart,
a place that's warm and safe,
waiting for the day,
when you come home to me.
Do you, think of me?
Do you miss me?
Like I miss you!
If you do,
I'll come back to you,
I'll fill that hole in your heart.
I remember everything,
your touch,
your kiss,
the way you held me close,
if you're waiting,
I'll find you,
I'll come back to you.
Do you dream?
Like I dream of you?
A place that's ours to have,
a place to hold in our hearts.
Would you miss me?
If only for a while?
If you waited,
Id come find you.
Id travel near and far,
I'll always hold a place for you in my heart,
a place that's warm and safe,
waiting for the day,
when you come home to me.
Do you, think of me?
Do you miss me?
Like I miss you!
If you do,
I'll come back to you,
I'll fill that hole in your heart.
I remember everything,
your touch,
your kiss,
the way you held me close,
if you're waiting,
I'll find you,
I'll come back to you.
Do you dream?
Like I dream of you?
A place that's ours to have,
a place to hold in our hearts.
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"Can you whisper...?" murmured the Other.
"Why would you want me to whisper?" asked Speaker with words of concrete loudness.
"Because it calms me down when you whisper."
"Calms you down?"
"Yes," came the sighed reply, "It reminds me of trees whistling in the breeze, of serenity, of waves trapped in shells on the beach and "
The Speaker smiled, "Did you prepare that?"
"What?"
"All of that you just said."
A puzzled expression flashed over the Other's face, "No, but.... why....?"
"Because," explained the Speaker in the requested whisper, "my voice may sound like trees and waves, but," there was a pause, "Yours sound like living po
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Love is Love
"Hey, are you alright...?" Strong, comforting but sweet words.
"No," The other sobbed pitifully. Hot tears scalded cold, lonely cheeks.
A quick frown, before composure, "Then let me hold you."
"But you can't!" The voice would have been sharp, but it was muffled by tears.
"Why ever not?"
"Because they all say you can't!"
"Well, since when have we listened to them?" It was said softy, but profoundly. There was meaning behind the sentence.
"I love you..."
"I know you do," And the speaker walked forward and hugged the other.
Together, the pair kissed. Sweet, salty tears flavoured their lips. Because it doesn't matter what other people sa
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Lonliness
It's that feeling that you're trapped. Stuck in small box, unable to escape. Every time your phone rings you dive for it, slowly you become unable to ignore texts even texts from people you don't want to talk to. You sit, twenty four hours a day, by your computer. Praying for e-mails. Hoping for communication.
You can't go downstairs, and speak to the people there, because they don't want to talk to you.
And that staleness. That staleness in your mouth, in your mind. All because you've grown tired of the company of your own thoughts. That fear, in the pit of your stomach. You're afraid that everyone hates you.
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