If I was ever alive, well it's hard to say.
I lived once, in your arms, gazing into your eyes.
I knew heaven in your smile.
The days are cold and dark without the sunshine.
After over a week with rainy Seattle weather, we finally get sun and nice weather. But can I enjoy it? Ohhh no, I get sick. Feels like my lungs are hardening. Worries me a bit considering my uncle died of mesothelioma. I'll live, but until then, I'm complaining and whining like a baby. I wish you were here to take care of me.
How is it written words can convey so much information without a thing being said? Inference.
Oh to hear those keys jingling, the lock unturning. My life will continue to remain empty until then.
I have no regrets, it is what it is. I can't be any less than what I am, and what I am demands the whole thing or nothing.
Are you surprised? did you expect anything different? I fell by the wayside, an afterthought, forgotten. Ignore me and I leave. I know when I'm not wanted.
I am the ghost in the wind, the whisper of your name on the breeze. I am the hand on shoulder when no one is around, I am the warm feeling deep in the fabric.
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