Calenture
You, my love, with cold eyes that do not see me,
with soft lips that produce unspoken words,
You burn my soul, cut it, and make it bleed.
As I watch the sky, the clouds, the birds,
I think of you, your face, your voice.
I wish you were here with me, my thoughts, my hate,
To comfort me, love me, make the choice.
I think youčre divine, beautiful, great.
I want you to want me, need me, be here.
Why do you discard me, leave me, let me alone?
You were always there for me, to love me, comfort my fear.
Yet I sit alone here on a dais, queen of the publicly unknown.
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