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Sharing is Not Always Caring
Am I yours,
as you are mine?
Hope pours,
that everything is fine.
I now work a job,
that I hate,
concealing a sob,
to better our fate.
I pass out,
tired from this depression.
An internal shout,
leaving it's impression.
I feel our "us" time is shared,
between me and whoever is on your phone.
Do I ask? Do I dare?
Why after "us" time, do I feel so alone?
"Somethings I fear are better left unsaid",
I said as you lay asleep next to me.
What do I do, as I lay here...with you, in bed...
should I even publish this for you to see?
Sharing is not always caring,
and that's now more than ever.
I lay next to you, internally daring,
hoping, still, we are meant to be together.
as you are mine?
Hope pours,
that everything is fine.
I now work a job,
that I hate,
concealing a sob,
to better our fate.
I pass out,
tired from this depression.
An internal shout,
leaving it's impression.
I feel our "us" time is shared,
between me and whoever is on your phone.
Do I ask? Do I dare?
Why after "us" time, do I feel so alone?
"Somethings I fear are better left unsaid",
I said as you lay asleep next to me.
What do I do, as I lay here...with you, in bed...
should I even publish this for you to see?
Sharing is not always caring,
and that's now more than ever.
I lay next to you, internally daring,
hoping, still, we are meant to be together.
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