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Hey, you
it's been a long time
since I had good lovin'
I must admit
it seemed too good to be true
I thought you were bluffin'
Where have you been all this time?
I've been missing you for so long
my bed's been cold you've left
Tell me if the love is still strong
if so, then the feeling is still mutual
being lonely, I was depressed
It's been a long time
since I've felt your touch
and had some pillow talk
You were so good to me
yes, I remembered it all
you used to walk the walk
Please spend the night
let's pick up where we've left off
bring back those happy memories
It's been so long, now
let's be together again
let my body be your directory
it's been a long time
since I had good lovin'
I must admit
it seemed too good to be true
I thought you were bluffin'
Where have you been all this time?
I've been missing you for so long
my bed's been cold you've left
Tell me if the love is still strong
if so, then the feeling is still mutual
being lonely, I was depressed
It's been a long time
since I've felt your touch
and had some pillow talk
You were so good to me
yes, I remembered it all
you used to walk the walk
Please spend the night
let's pick up where we've left off
bring back those happy memories
It's been so long, now
let's be together again
let my body be your directory
Literature
A day never traveled by
Time used to be linear for us
Where Friday to Monday happened in a blink
Yet people twist their times and split away
Now I'm moving to Monday while they're on Friday
I was able to see them after the weekend
Say "Good morning" and "Goodbye"
Before they stepped into another existence
That I cannot venture, no matter my persistence
When I close my eyes
After many days and one final night
Will I be able to catch up?
Is waiting enough?
Literature
Fields and Fields and Endless Fields
He looks on across sprawling fields
of futures and possibilities.
Behind him is a pin prick--the past. The
linear thing that happened.
It's there, like a root, underground,
surrounded by dirt and worms.
It's there, bursting from seed and
pressing to the surface. Always pressing
into the fields.
The past is the root. We are the tree.
The fields make up the rest.
And the fields are where the
magic happens. They're a playground of sorts.
Full of possibilities. Governed by illusions.
Ruled by nothing that can be controlled.
Dangerous and deadly and too
big to comprehend.
So he looks across them all, fields and fields and
endle
Literature
Feel it
I have given every sacrifice bled, lost freedom, became a monster just to protect you
Used every skill in human condition which we both know I qualify as an expert. Staying in captivity top three fears of life ( number 1. Become a sandwich number 2. Spiders and number 3. Held captive for any reason if escape was possible!
I laid in a drug haze in the prettiest cage with the key in my hand
My mentor saying hold on the cages break all of them even if you lose the key.
One reason for all this
To prove my love for you is existential everlasting not able to lose not even if you accidentally smothered me to death!
So fuck you I won't die just
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