My heart begins to race any time
A sound escapes my phone -
From excitement and hope,
Anxiety and dread.
My heart begins to race any time
I dream of us together,
And then reality comes in, an unwelcome guest
Leaving me forsaken - dead alone.
My heart begins to race any time
I think of life-happy with you,
And nearly stops in sadness,
For this may never be the life I know
My heart races every time
And slowly, it quietens down.
The sound from my phone,
Is never yours;
That dream I have of happiness,
Slips from my grasp and drifts afar;
Life as it should be
Is but dust at my feet.
My heart is numb and no longer alive -
Unaware of life,
Unaware of us.
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