Wishing
Sometimes I stop and stare
It looks like empty air
But I see you
Standing there
There was a time
When I wanted to be you
Just to touch your skin
Now I feel it is sufficient
Just to see your life within
You’re so beautiful, where can I begin?
I wish I knew
What you were like
On the inside
If you are as vibrant as you seem
If you are truly happy
As I want you to be
What are you really like?
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