Come back be here, back at home
feel me where it hurts the most,
I remember how your warmth felt for the first in the sweetshrub.
I'm a godforsaken mess least known and loved
crafted with longings and false fate,
how did this old wrong time bring me to your eastern cave of happiness that's forevermore?
The nights whispered, "Yuanfen" 
your heartbeat became my favourite song
I've loved you before feelings were even known...
Come Back be here, back at home/
Winter is gone but my yearning is still deep there,
buried in my bones shaking with anticipation every Saturday morning before the sun rises.
The horizon of saudade is close and blue at midnight,
when I watch it from afar with my feet stuck and frozen in waves,
when I scream to the sky
"Please come back, don't leave, my darling I love you !" 
waiting for an answer with the sky bleeding but all I hear are the echoes of my own voice,
frail and hoarse, empty and stranded
without your harmony to it.
I try to move in time but the longings stab back.
This house of yearning was once a home...
Feel me where it hurts the most/
I want to chase you in every dimension of the universe,
for better or worse
in reality and impossibility
in my version of you and me tangled under the stars
"You are my favourite person"
Now I know why they fell silent and why they fought the wars.
Every time this world steps into 5:56 am,
I wake up with a feeling indescribable,
But you're here when December gets too bitter.....
We planted a lavender 27 moons ago,
do you stay in the haze still?
Oh, my love,
I wonder if your stardust will feel like snowfall against my ashes?
Will we be the famous yuan fen remembered strongly by lovers when they promise eachother with silent kisses?
Oh, my love,
you're a prince who faded in morning glory,
but my ink is still there splattered across the sky.
Oh, my love,
come back be here back at home
feel me where it hurts the most...
I'll read out to you a piece that I wrote nocturnal.
Come back be here,
I'll braid my hair with sunlight.. just how you like it
Come back be here,
love me when I need you the most.
You pierce my soul
I am half agony, half hope
I have loved none but you.
- Yours Truly

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