Grown Apart
No talking
Less walking
No kissing
neither of us can find what's missing
Our minds lie to our hearts to keep us both happy
Never knowing that growing apart has made us less happy
No more text
We sit just waiting on who could be our next
No more cuddling
It seems we moved back to just buddying
We find more peace with others around us
Then sit on the phone in silence with just the two of us
The words "I love you" gets forced with no feeling
Rolling off the tongue like slim stuck to the throat
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