Your Absence
While I wait allow me to wander
Even without your consent I’ll push the doors wider
Lend me your hands to brew
This disaster cider
So later we don’t blame each other
When the outcome is bitter
I promise not to be fair
When I stroke regrets hair
So you feel good for not being there
I promise to be so soft like fur
When I take my strides
It’s gonna be a memory only with my heart I’ll share
They say we should take the good with the bad
Now I’ll take being your bed spread
My fault it is as the air was speaking
Nothing, my ears heard
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