Walking in Circles, Waiting for Yesterday's Kiss
Without your touch, I'm at a loss for words/Counsel from friends only leaves me discouraged/
I feel the life of nothing because I felt you/
I look at our sky and I still feel blue/
Like a pebble, I skip along and sink because I can't swim/
My mind bends to the decrepit nature of many whims/
Patience is not for the incarnadine desire of my soul/
It irrevocably prods me to feign a facade of the bold/
My conscience befriends anxiety and often quiets me/
Your warm, gentle hands used to soothe my malady/
Now dust and air along with despair are left to challenge me/
My mind deceives and smothers the hope of a better reality/
THE END
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