I spend my time missing you,
More than I have ever had you.
I wallow in a construction of the truth,
Where life is the wall that splits us in two.
Our time pieces together like a mosaic,
From abandoned parts of ourselves.
Moments that have become too erratic,
Peddler of dreams we can no longer sell.
My days are spent wading adrift,
Currency exchange for just one kiss.
A role that I play to simply exist,
I patiently wait for a time to live.
~Ivory
THE O COLLECTION
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