I'm starving
For her touch
A sign of passion
Even a reciprocal of mine
I feel alone
Lost, meandering
A cold harsh world
Knowing potential
This makes me cry
Steals my sleep
And carves into
My already bleeding heart
Just how the simplistic
Can bring me to tear
I search for the companionship
It glimmers within her
Unpolished and unrefined
Unnoticed and oblivious
I struggle to not drown
While she is the fisherman
On calm seas she casts
Catching only to subsist us
And I, I pick every bone
Searching for every hour
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