When you are tired, waiting and blah

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you are new with a promise of a love
you will probably never find
and touch that you can really feel

the brokenness inside as hope and less collide
now nothing is real

you are new and near now to someone you used to love
when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping from both of you.
and nothing since has felt as radiant or real.

and there is nothing more i want than just one night
that's free of doubt and sadness
one night that i can really feel.