Why I Write

No words could utter the feeling i feel,
I'm happier in my dreams
It feels right. It feels real.
Reality dims my days.
I work mechanically,
I cry my nights away.

The presence of you lies in my memory,
outshone by this merciless reality.
Alone here, I am frozen
Waiting to be melted by
Your warm embrace,
Wanting this pain forgotten.

I write because that's all I can do,
When waiting hurts too much,
When I need nothing,
But you.

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