Staring there.
Thinking of you.
Wondering if you
are thinking of me,
too.
So cold here.
So warm there.
Missing you
a little
too much.
But life goes
on.
No matter
the storm.
No matter
that every thing
is wrong.
Closing my eyes.
On the fence I
could sit
but still I
resist.
So here I sit
waiting on your
calls.
Poor me.
Cause even now
in love I still fall.
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