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Broken

My dreams were made of your absence 
Dust collected from your existence
Extinguished only when my eyes open
Even then your absence left me broken
My every breath craved your heart beat 
Stopping and starting until we next meet
Your warmth became a distant oasis 
My mind conjured up meeting places

Now things are becoming a little different 
My mind has become a lot more resistant
My dreams have become empty castles
My heart is filling itself with sad hassles 
My life is away from all sense of direction  
Searching hard for any manner of correction 

I hope some day I can strike a pure balance 
Of love and care for you with perspective 
Of what is important and what is expected

◄ A bit of a choke

The Misery Drum ►

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