Things between us still aren’t right,
I guess this happens after a fight,
I want to heal,
To reconcile,
But you’re running hard,
Across the Miles,
I’m still here,
I never moved,
Battered, Shaken,
But still not bruised,
If you want me,
Here I’ll be,
But perhaps alone for now I’ll see,
That things between us,
Will never heal,
That what we had,
Was never real,
So go if you must,
Don’t stop or you’ll rust,
For what we had,
Has turned to dust.
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