Wake me up
Should I tell him?
Does he know?
Am I that obvious?
Or, can he read my mind?
When I see him, I smile,
When I am without him, I sit in sorrow,
I wait for him to see me, to notice me,
but he passes by, not looking at me,
I speak, but he stares right through me,
I no longer exist, but in dreams,
I drift in silent slumber,
Will he be the one to save me from my dreary existance?
Carry me to the realm of the living?
Wake me up before I sleep for eternity.
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