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What is it that you want

Tell me all the things you’ve never told to anyone

Unfold your arms and past, let them fall aside

Until you do, I’ll wait patiently in line

Am I first or just last in this circle

Whatever it may be, I’ll wait



I often times feel alone

A page torn from a book

Unable to explain all I know

I often times try to feel whole

But am nothing more than broken



This empty love won’t leave

Just let me be if this isn’t what you need

I cling to your every word without question

You know my every flaw, my confessions

Yet I am kept at a comfortable distance

Whatever it may be, I can’t wait



There’s a storm front on the distant horizon

I am captivated by it’s size and timing

Knowing that it alone changes everything



I often times feel alone

A page torn from a book

Unable to explain all I know

I often times try to feel whole

But am nothing more than broken



What is it that you want

The storm front or the distant horizon

I am it but all you see is the emptiness in the distance



I often times feel alone

A page torn from a book

Unable to explain all I know

I often times try to feel whole

But am nothing, am nothing without you