sitting there,
wishing he'd just whisper
sweet somethings in my air
words that would carry enough wind
to rustle my hair
lips close enough
i could feel him breathe
i just wish he'd kiss me
miss me caress me
i need his energy
in my atmosphere.
but instead we
just sat there
listening to that guy
play the guitar...
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