i speak another language. you speak different.
since we've met last time, you turned out distant.
here you go, skipping steps, put you foot on wrong direction.
all your love is tend to go and become a disconnection.
i make attempts to grab you, you're etheral.
you call me nightly, speaking low and feral.
in my head, i just think: it won't ever really work,
but at times i hear your laughter, i don't need to know a joke.
I join.
you smoke outside, i see you outta window.
horoscope on radio's for libra.
it is you, always you, but i dodge the truth somehow.
out of heart, out of view, you went out and took a bow.
libra
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