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He's Everything

  • Writer: Week Night Wine Drunk
    Week Night Wine Drunk
  • Nov 13, 2023
  • 1 min read

He is all of my material 

He's everything to me

And when I think I'm past it

He comes right back to me

He whispers on the wind 

In the rain and in the sun

The clouds speak his name

He's the one, he's the one

But he is not though is he

Because we are apart

Does he feel the same 

The same as my beating heart

When a smile or a kind word

Brings it all flooding back 

But your with someone else

While we have a chat 

But who am I to compare

Who am I to complain

When I am sitting here myself 

Situation the same

You're my muse and my ghost

You haunt all of my nights

Wondering how do I deserve

Some body so right 

But what did I do wrong 

That we should be so apart 

The miles and miles between us 

Grow further and so far

When the day comes around

That i'm finally free

I pray you'll still be there

Waiting patiently

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