The passive mind longs for sympathy
All you show now is apathy
I know I sometimes feel indifferent
But my feelings for you is apparent
Never will it change for the sake of nothing
Because I gain from your being
Nothing to regret with all of this
It is me, and my own making
I am glad you are just here
Breathing slowly with eyes so clear
Staring at me, fueled with passion
Going crazy for arts and fashion
I have invested a lot with all my words
Thrusting sharply like all my swords
Build my world with your own blood
We can even get down and dirty with mud
Shape me, mold me with your kiss
Just want you to know, it is you I miss.
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