When the music
Pulsates through
My ribcage,
I feel my body's
Odd craving for
You.

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Often, I have seen
We fall in love
With words
And try ever so hard
To make life
Revolve around
Their controlling
Presence.

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My mobile phone
Is loaded with the
Sweet things you've
Said to me during
Your
Weak moments.

I gaze at those
Texts now, wondering
Where did our passion
Disappear in the throes
Of our familiarities.

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I do it,
Even though I don't
Like it.

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..let me word that
right:
it is the person
you have not become
which is the
greatest pity of
all.

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Your words
Are like the
Tune of a song
I already
Forgot.

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What's the point in
Holding onto this
Thought today?
Because it sounds
Oh so profound?

Come on.