Needful Wants
She dances on his mind as if a memory
But the truth be told, it makes no sense
It’s only mentally
Her voice upon his ears as if birds do sing
But the truth be told, it makes no sound
There’s no echoing
Her face a mere reflection in his mirror
But the truth be told, the picture fades
He’s never seen her
His self protected being, a victim too
But the truth be told, as he screams aloud
“Fuck, I needed you”
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