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By Pixie
You seem so distant,
Or perhaps it’s just me,
Could we have missed it?
Maybe I can’t see.
I don’t want to lay,
All these melancholy tunes,
On you tonight, today,
Never, in a million moons.
We’ve fallen apart,
You can’t see it now,
But it’s just the start,
What more can I allow?
You look at them,
They look at you,
You will condemn,
You’re moving out soon,
I’m sick to death,
Of pretending to be ok,
Such a heavy heft,
To bear for you I say,
Leave me before,
I leave you,
Can’t catch the score,
My hopes flew.