Yet often the very ones strand many a souls, with abstract half truths
I know you may have a million reasons to not love, don't
I have sought none, to love or to be loved back
Back then it was maybe a novelty, or maybe a rush
For the heart wants everything, yet it also wants to rest
When we were restless, I felt the need to pause and still
And in your peace, i find you so beautifully absconding
It hasn't been a burden I hope, I haven't been a pushover either
What I sought was a whiff of reach, a word, or at worst a honest rejection
You had neither to say, and your silence is dauntingly taunting
I feel like a leaf drying arrested mid air, in a cobweb of farce
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