Maybe the absence of knowing
Deepens the sigh of longing,
Or maybe the absence is an illusion;
For our minds have met,
long before this temporary confusion.
Between these lines,
I swallow pills of ecstasy
My veins are flooded with you.
Between each line, I devour your thoughts.
Rousing my hunger, insatiable.
From a distance, if I am able,
I will loosen the noose around your heart;
Softening the barriers of circumstance.
And to this subject,
Will we ever meet again?
Yes,
for this is only the start.
The Anarchy of My Mind - in words. A Collection of (mostly) my Thoughts.
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