What we Needed
Is it thee
Is it me
This love
This pain, such ache, which sprouts
Which flowered
Which withered
Under no light
No compassion
The glory of trust
Gone
Shade of respect
Like glass
So fragile
I need nutrition
Water
Tears from your eyes
Your emotions
A foundation
Your love?
Your pain?
Naught
For you feel nothing
Naught i need
Naught what you give
It was us
It was us
How it’ll die
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