Sleep? Where did you go?
There are cuts on my hands, happy ones - from a job that I love.
Working behind there is like being on a stage, people looking, watching you, hoping your eyes to meet theirs.
Blonde? Where did you go?
Our midnight chats and our long drives. Sharing our thoughts and dancing to heavy sounds and pale lights. Crying on my shoulder and keeping my secrets. What the hell happened. Don't answer that.
Love? Where did you go?
Today I am broken, I need to be kissed. Two weeks is too long. Wednesday, I live for
Wednesday.
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