Torn
To what end have we become Unknown Apart Void Joined ever more briefly Wistful Wishful Torn.
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Joe
To what end have we become Unknown Apart Void Joined ever more briefly Wistful Wishful Torn.
In the dark and lonely nights all my thoughts turn towards you, The way you laugh, the way you smile and everything you do.
To feel the need The urge to hold Separation weighs on me A weight around my soul A passing chance The Eyes that haunt The warmth I feel no more A deepening wound untold.