I’ve been thinking for hours and hours
then the hours turned into days,
and the days into weeks.
I kissed you and you just stood there passively,
barely moving, not a sound or even a breath.
You say that you feel warm when you think about me,
but why, why oh why are you colder than ice right now?
You are like icy drops of rain from my sunny sky,
that continues to pour over my parade.
Are all my assumptions just lay there prematurely in the surface?
or there’s really nothing to ponder about us and what lies in our future?
Is it even our future?
or just mine alone?
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