we're living life on separate sides
of a book page telling a story
of one boy and one girl
who can't quite touch fingertips
reaching through the parchment paper.
the mundane world distracts us
from a plot written for lovers
who are lost but always dreaming
of a place where they'll be found
someday on the next page.
it was never meant to end in hurt.
you are standing in the kitchen.
i am taking out the trash.
two lovers, lost but always dreaming
of a place where they'll be found
someday on the next page.
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