I listen closely to the words spoken next door
The irony on the passion I can not have
For I long for those words to be spoken to me
The thoughts I can not grasp

The heat of their love is like and internal blazing flame
The tree that does not wilt
loalty and want stand tall and strait
the line that does not tilt

But where and I? Im crouched down low
Tring to hear their soft emotional whispers
Still to young to experience their love
Knowing by only pitures

How I wish to be hugged like that
To be loved and never lost
For me to give in an eqaul share
That love without a cost
 
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