alea iacta esto

Is It A Crime?


This may come
This may come as some surprise
But I miss you.
I could see through all of your lies
But still I miss you.


He takes her love
But it doesn’t feel like mine
He tastes her kiss
Her kisses are not mine
They’re not mine.

He takes
But surely she can’t give what I’m feeling now.
She takes
But surely she doesn’t know how.
Is it a crime?
Is it a crime that I still want you?
And I want you to want me
My love is wider
Wider than Victoria Lake.
My love is taller
Taller than the Empire State.
It dives and it jumps and it ripples like the deepest ocean.
I can’t give you more than that
Surely you want me back.

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