Same old

“Today, I don’t want to write about
The same old fear I can’t keep out,
Or the same old need for warmth
That the winter’s sun can’t give to earth.

There’s no daydream to whisk me away,
So the same old longing for you is here to stay
And I try to dismiss the pull, unable to ask if you too
Feel the invisible string that connects me to you.

This love for you is getting old, yet remains the same,
The same old love till the end of the tale,
I hope, if it turns out to be as old as time,
It will be the one to finally warm my heart…”

Ana

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