April 5, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
I stand still, yet the heat slowly rises.
I stand still, but the heat continues to build.
I feel uncomfortable feelings, I can see the despair.
I try to move on, but will never look past.
I want to feel, I want to hold, I would like so
very much for that hidden love to return.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,
I now know there is no withdrawal.
The steam is starting to build now,
I think I’m starting to sweat.
I stand still, but still the heat rises.
I know now that soon I will be engulfed by it all.
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