Trapped In the Land of the Free
Even though you're miles away,
The thought of you still brings you home.
Your paper dragon guards my gates,
Reminds me that I'm not alone.
I wait beneath the milky sky,
Of another royal day,
Whilst half a turn, your home flag flies,
Underneath the milky way.
The rain today, it washed the earth,
And made clear tracks along my skin.
But no amount of heaven's tears,
Could drown the print you've made within.
A print which now suggests to me,
You might then share your Lover name,
When I am yours and you are mine,
The check-mate starts another game.
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