on solipsism
On the loneliness of solipsism;
My heart,
My bed sleep alone.
And my mind
Revolves
Around
A
Body hers.
Walked
Being ran over, I walked; Being crushed, By love, With love, I walked; I walked to my car Not knowing Her destination, My nav system, In my car Not knowing Astronomy Of stars twinkling A smile upon her face, Her hair in a curve, And space time colliding I crashed down, Stood straight, Stopped walking straight Ready to be fired upon At a wall My back to it And I'm cold Cold here in bed But you called at least; Call my number, Call my name Call me sweet again, Remember those flowers I wanted to give you?-
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