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Phantom Love
Yet, oh, he is!
That voice that fills
My heart with bliss.
He isn't mine,
Yet, if he were,
My catty snarl
Would be a purr.
He isn't real,
That faceless voice.
The wall exists.
I have no choice.
Still, somehow as
I sleep to wake,
He makes worthwhile
Each breath I take.
A message to
A drowning soul,
Are words he speaks,
That make me whole.
I smile or cry,
I laugh or sigh,
With him in mind
Until I die.
Ahhh, very interesting.
I'm sure there is a story with this one.
Kim