Your love reeks of despair
Thy worth is high in your self-affirmation
My girth is low in sad desperation
Hunger pangs stab at my soul, a longing for peace
Your eyes burn holes in the wall; you dare not look at me
My orbs glaze over as my conscious wanders
Thy head turns to face my soft glare
My thoughts throb within the caverns of my skull
The wind mimics our energy
The air is still, yet ever spinning in haphazard paths
The sun is hidden, but thick heat constricts our lungs
Ice is gone, yet cold chills are settled between us
The warmth I crave is out of grasp
The hope I desire seems lost
Author notes
Written 2/19
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