Not That Way

I feel like I'm cold to you
I've laid in the sun too many days to be that way
I'm not sure if it'll go away

You move me to try
Otherwise I'd make myself remain content with a routine I've seen in other's lives
I feel the silence of my footsteps striking the city pavement
Lifted when you're around
The quiet reminder that I am by myself when I'm doing something simple:
Running Errands
Eating Lunch
Waking Up

There's passion lacking violence even when we argue
I can't wait to leave myself when you step in the door
The unfairness
Gone

And I still feel cold

I may be imagining this
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I wanted to write a letter to someone, but I couldn't think who. There's something I want to say, yet it isn't fully formed, so I refrain.
This song feels like your hand is softly touching my face.
And I can smell the light, sweet scent of your perfume enter my nose.
I rub my face against your cheek like a cat.
The blinds in my room keep the Sun's light from spilling in, but some rays get through, revealing tiny strands of lent dancing in the air.

I can see a thousand stars in your eyes. I died there before, with a smile.

The songs over.

Later Days, Longer Nights