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Sometimes, I think
Yes you are.
Sitting right here.
In my chest.
Filling my skin with warmth
At the thought of you.
Sometimes you speak to me.
Other times
You are quiet.
I think
I can hear you
As if you were my very Soul
When I am completely silent.
My mood is dictated by
The look on your face.
And when something hurts you
I want to take that pain away.
Because I feel it
As if we were the same
Like as if a part of you
Was carved from me.
Sometimes, I think
Yes, you are right here.
In my chest
In this Heart of mine.
And when I ignore
My overthinking
I realize
How I love the way
I feel for you sometimes…