I see you
And feel you
In the depths of my soul.
And when I go there
I am empty.
Like the bottle
That we finish
Every time we are together
And apart.
You don’t know
You can’t know
The quiet storm
That runs through my heart
And my mind.
For its never ending
But always finished.
I wish It would stop
But the heart wants
What it wants
And just doesn’t care
How many pieces
When broken

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