I’ll tell you about an igneous phase.

Darling, in my heart that is where it lays.

Fear, I used to hide and stick in the shade,

Consciousness cut by an immortal blade.

Critically I counted the hours and days.

Again my heart broke, in so many ways.

I longed for you; barely anything’s true.


Rue the day you return; we will be through.

Too well, the rain is damp and refreshing.

Too well, the pain is sharp and distressing.

Most of the time I do wish you were here.

When you are far, also when you are near.

And that right there is what scares me the most,

This is truth, I should not want you that close.


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