We're an ocean away and a twilight apart,
if the clouds would disappear
we could look at the stars,
& every single brilliant spec would represent a piece of my heart.
But these clouds bring me a paramount happiness;
feelings of confidentiality and thought.
yet how long before emptiness is all that preoccupies me?
and how long until this love is gone: this love that I had forever sought?
Miles are just numbers of despair for a heart,
& distance is just another excuse for it to break in two.
But my mind cannot accept this unrealistic truth,
because there is no limited amount of distance that ceases me from missing you.
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