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5 августа 2024 г., 03:25
Do you mind if I stay?
Promise I won’t be too late,
I’m close but somehow far away,
Perhaps you wouldn’t relate.
You are kind of my first real everything,
A kaleidoscope of feelings unseen,
Yet once loneliness starts its creeping,
Pain recklessly intervenes.
It’s strange, like, you're near,
Yet oceans apart we seem,
Unsaid, unheard, my dear,
Can’t trust a distant, elusive dream.
In this vast, dark blue ocean sweeping,
Your touch, a beacon amidst the haze,
Drawing me in, ceaselessly seeking,
Caught in the tumult of your waves.
Perhaps someday we’ll understand,
Navigate our course in harmony’s link,
For now, I struggle to withstand,
Your changing moods in every blink.
