Has it been six days already, been a week since I last saw
Your smiling face, your voice of whispers,
Effortlessly seducing moi?
I see your face, fidget and grunt
Dream up unsavoury odd plans
Of how to give you what I want
Of how to meet where this all ends
You make me sigh and tap my knees,
Convince myself to stay away
Hug myself, pull on my sleeves
As I daydream of what to say
Only so much strength I muster
Only so much calm in me
I can picture me all flustered
Follow as you're calling me
Your whispers low, subdued, yet force me
To accept the state of things
That I will pay what this will cost me
Spread my arms for what fate brings
Who do I fight, myself or me?
For clearly, I'm not fighting you
No one with whom I rather would be
Joke and laugh with and talk to
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