finally, the world quiets down
my well-deserved serenity
I need the space, the distance
my solitude
have never acted to gain the liking
neither ever burdened by the responding
words and phrases out rumbling
as they destined for the calling
frozen, in the middle of a frisky celebration
lost, when buzzed by a gleeful conversation
drown, in her own flood of thoughts and impulsion
her world is but imagination
her reality is but fascination
solitude, her eternal garden of obsession
yet I live and die for you
...
if I'm gonna be gone tomorrow
what songs would you play
when you're remembering me?
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