My head is full of stories
My heart is full of love
My hands are holding stars
But what they wish to hold is you
My shadow's fallen far behind
Lingering with you
My brain is filled with numbers
And my shoes are full of feet
And my skin is my cage, preventing me from going everywhere at once
From going back to you
Or going on
Or going up
As I sit in the train station and write poems
I wish the train would come
To take me back to you
I'm all alone out here
And all I want is you.
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