You are empty.
Empty of me.
Why do you hide?
From love,
from my touch?
You are running.
Running away.
Where do you live?
With absence,
with your loneliness?
You are blind.
Blind and unaware.
How can you not see?
Your happiness,
the happiness you could have,
the freedom you could feel,
the life you could live
if you just understood.
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Again, about Red Delicious. This one originally didn't have a title, as most of the ones I've posted here were, but I like titles!!! So I randomly gave this one, voila.
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