In the dead of night I miss you In the silences we share in those forced moments together Where circumstance meets desire In the dead of night I’m lost In the moments that were forced to share we delight And yet am burning with inferior fire In the dead of my eyes I’m living In…
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Headlights tracking me,
A sort of rhythm,
But beating in silence;
Again, and again, and again, and again.
Speeding past, lightening,
Their moments are fleeting
Inimitably mimicking my memories;
Again, and again, and again.
Flying by, in a whisper, a wisp
Like my thoughts, as I try to catch them
Partly Illuminated; like ghosts they glide;
Again and again.
Brightening every beat,
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As they make silhouettes on my cheek,
I see all the imperfections of the glass,
Through which I wait for you;