Unrequited
- cez
- Mar 3, 2022
- 1 min read
They’re empty,
The words you speak.
I miss you, you’re all I need.
I love you, I wish you were here.
How many times will that be said,
Until you pick up and leave?
Do you love me? Do you really?
Or is this but words?
I wish I knew, truly.
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