There's a peculiar type of loneliness

incurable by just your company.

Though I am free in my thoughts,

My brain is held prisoner,

And my tongue locks the constant

conflict between it and the guard.

Your heart can be my mediator,

but only if you let mine be yours.

Because access to my heart is lovely.

But it alone is not enough

to save me from

my imprisonment.


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