We’ve never talked much
Wish we did
I only see you
At the end
Of most days
My greatest urge
Is to speak
Mainly to you
Yet I find
I am busy
Wish I wasn’t
You fill my thoughts
Still we speak little
I like you
Adoration masked
My heart craves
To love you
Yet I hold back
I see you rarely
You rarely see me
We hardly speak
I am swamped with work
Swamped with work
Swamped with work
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