Have you ever felt torn apart.
Like a peice of you was missing
Especially your heart
Your mind
Or even your own soul.
Have you ever felt like you were
Close enough to touch it
But not close enough to claim it as your own
But you still feel, that when
Someone else takes hold of it,
It's being stolen from you.
You'd walk a million miles
To see it,
To tell it what needed to be said,
To touch it,
Or steal it back.
But it seems your feet are glued to the floor
And it doesn't notice you're longing eyes
It can't tell from the way you talk to it
Or from the way you look back at it
After saying goodbye
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