Old For the New
Separated by thousands of miles but still like glue
It’s always been me and you; best friends
As others grew apart from me, we only grew closer
A bond severed, tied up, resevered again
I thought of writing to you, in e-mail or through pen
Words on paper mean something
Words in the air are meaningless
Every word that I wrote to you, “I mean this”
All the days I miss you can’t be bought
I will not forget the times we cried
Not seeing each other, and wishing I’d die
Missing you, I’d tell people, “Missing who?”
Stranded in a place where I do not relate
A place I do not tolerate,
A place I cannot restrain myself from hating
Forced here by things beyond my control
From a place that I loved
A place that I belonged to
A place I put my heart into
I traded mountains, for plains
Grass, for weeds
Trees, for plateaus
People I love, for people I loathe
Pros and cons measured on an unbalanced scale
Forced to vote for the new when I loved the old
Where were they when I needed help?
Nowhere
Where were you when I needed you?
With me
Separated by thousands of miles but still like glue
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