by Teria   Apr 2, 2010

It doesn't make much sense,
the fulfillment of my joy.
it's as if you're here but there,
looking straight at me.

i can see you with my heart,
feel you with my eyes...
but touching you's like breathing
to only catch my breath.

i do it when i have to,
for the battle tames the war.
it's as if you're fake but real,
loving none of me.


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