Brain Farts

Be close, but not too close.

Her words hung in the air, face betraying no emotion.

Then I found myself tangled in the grey area of her mind.

It’s a delicate dance, one I’m struggling to navigate.

Having the chance to draw near, I feel a surge of longing appear.

Turning me into a greedy mess that I can’t deny.

Yet, beneath the surface of my hopes, a sorrowful truth emerges:

We’re no longer on the same page.

All I desire is her, but she’s yearning for something beyond my reach.

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And this too will pass.

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Live will once again be magical if you're present at the moment. Carpe diem.

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