My poor baby, my beautiful lady:
Drowning in her tears on the daily.
Sitting and watching is all I can do,
While attempting to be there for you.
My heart aches, my body quakes,
Waiting for something that makes
Are on the floor.
Hoping that I do not pour
My heart out to you.
While I sit and wait,
My heart is here at the gate.
Waiting for yours to reunite with mine,
I shall protect yours as thought it is crystalline.
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