While We’re Young

You see it comes out

I didn’t put it there

And I’m not

We usually converse at a border

Whether it’s tradition or just your comfort

And you can’t say my name shut in silence

How could I not be lost without my guide?

It should be clear I need a translator so why are you so far away?

Of course it’s a letter in the lines from this stupid poet who can’t use real words

Working secret messages into messages that have nothing to do with me

I’m so tired of crying I just want to stop

You’re not real and between the lines is an empty space to remind me

There’s no one asking for me or my heart to speak

It’s all meaningless

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