You never made it home on time, and now
My arms have grown weary of holding onto you
Your voice is unknown to my ear
My eyes have gotten faint looking for you
My soul has given up on you entirely
My heart is now pale to your love
My feet no longer want to run to you
Your touch on my skin is disturbing
My body no longer desires you as before
We’ve turned into strangers
Your presence irritates me
The flames of passion long blown out
Tomorrow now means never
You’ve become just another
With the idea of us a sunken ship
With loneliness as my new norm and way
Time has proved me a failure, and sadly
We’ve run out of time
Because you never made it home on time
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