Absence
Those crimson rims I still taste,
Your pretty thoughts I constantly chaste
Hunted by those orbs filled with certainty,
One I’d be blessed to gaze till eternity
Lingering touch I feel,
That portal of another thrill
Hollowness I can’t articulate,
In this coldness I’m intoxicate
Wistful for the warmth of your voice,
Doubting if patience was the right choice?
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