I write in my diary about the only person
I have ever loved
Though the pain in my heart seems to worsen
You’re the only one I’ve ever known
Now that I think of it
You are the only one I have ever shown
Any form of longing or caring for
I think of when we kiss
Oh I just want more
But for some reason my lips get so cold
That’s alright, it makes no difference
I am here growing old
With you and that is it
I get in my finest clothes though it is all I have
As always it is a perfect fit
I make my way to the glass where you are kept
I have grown used to your hard chamber
A long time it has sense I last wept
But you were always there for me
You make the same moves, same expressions, same speech
This is how it must always be
I slowly sigh; my heart is at a new elevation
You smile and I smile
In our surreal desperation
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