21 days since I laid eyes on you
Three weeks of cleansing your love from my thighs
Heartless waves crash me deep into blue
Still I hope the sunrise delivers a piece of you
The emptiness in my bed twists your words into lies
Leaving me wondering if you even miss being here
Closing off this heart of mine
To begin the recovery one last time
Yes, this really is my last tear
At least I'll try.
Space travel is dangerous. There will be no tourists.
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