Passionless.
Why doesn’t she feel hot n’ bothered when he’s away?
Overjealous? Not really.
Why is it that she doesn’t feel lynched wheneva her time’s being shared with another woman?
Not a streak of suspicion.
Why doesn’t she feel desolate when he’s out of reach for hours together?
Distance makes nothin’ fonder.
Why doesn’t it feel like they are inseparably linked – despite the distance?
Disconnected.
Why is it that although they believe they’re love-struck, she still doesn’t feel connected to him?
Solitary dreams.
Why does he never seem to appear in her dreams, not even by proxy?
Sans emotions.
Why does she feel more certain about being able to live all on her own, than with him?
Feeling so secretive.
Why is it that no matter how much he says he cares, she still doesn’t feel it necessary to share her lit’l secrets with him?
…And the darkness that never descends.
Why doesn’t she feel flummoxed n’ forlorn when he can’t keep her company all night long?
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The Blue Bird
You say if you could fly , you'd never come back down
You only Have eyes for that blue, blue sky
You've yet to know where sadness is
And are just now grasping what pain is like
Even the feelings I have for you
Must be expressed with words
As you awake from a dream into an unknown world
Spread your wings and take flight !
You know if you could just make it through ,
you'll find what you seek
So keep trying to break free
To that blue , blue sky
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