Why?
Why do I feel so much, yet can say so little?
About how my heart feels inside?
About how it's breaking apart?
How part of me has died?
Why do I long to touch your face, your lips?
To feel you ever close to my heart?
Deep yearnings all so real,
yet, we're a million miles apart.
Tell me, my love, how do I stop the pain,
as only you really can?
Tell me, too, how do I stop loving you?
For it's more than my wounded heart can stand.
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