Feelings
Millions of miles apart,
having nothing more than your heart.
The thought of not being here is a fear turned real.
Dreaming of you every night,
wishing to hold you tight.
Fighting for a way to get to my prize.
Closing my eyes to the outside world, and opening them to only you.
My true love, your a forbidden fruit that I can't get enough of you.
I sit here waiting for you to call,
Slowly starting to fall without you.
having nothing more than your heart.
The thought of not being here is a fear turned real.
Dreaming of you every night,
wishing to hold you tight.
Fighting for a way to get to my prize.
Closing my eyes to the outside world, and opening them to only you.
My true love, your a forbidden fruit that I can't get enough of you.
I sit here waiting for you to call,
Slowly starting to fall without you.
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