When seasons come in undulated waves
And winter sprays its chilly gray
When the face wears the autumn’s doom
And the heart lumps in summer’s rage
My spring rides on thoughts of you
My warmth, stolen from your bosom
My countenance, charged at your wink
My songs reverberate from the melody of your gigs…
Don’t get me started:
You know how insecure
I am in your arms
How lonely I become
In your presence
How far I go
At your touch
How I glow
By your side in the dark
How I need a redemption
From your addiction
How I need a space
Not scented with your smell
A food not mixed with your sweat
A life outside of your senses
An ‘us’ spelled without a ‘u’!
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