Like the rudimentary need for air,
my desire for you never ends.
I have waited for the lust to disappear
like a hostage waits for rescue
Although part of me hates you,
part of me wants to run to you
like steady rain cascading down
a hillside on a dreary day.
I want to break down your walls
Open up to me like you have before
Tell me these years of devotion
have not gone to waste
For I've been told
each minute I spend on you
is a minute you're thinking of me.
So tell me, dear, if you've spent
five hundred
twenty five thousand
six hundred minutes
remembering us,
why haven't you come for me yet?
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