I have never been good enough for your sight,
I have never been invited into your night.
Yet for some reason I am good enough to hear,
as long as I am distantly away from near.
Never will we meet to get to know well,
you only want the stories on air I tell.
Writing a loving telling wanting letter,
believe me I can't think of anything better.
The distance you're unwilling to travel to me,
and here is where I'm meant to be.
As I sign off to my listening audience tonight,
I want the same things the writer writes.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 20th, 2025 14:06
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Comments1
A veery nice write of love through distance and the course of approximation. Most lovely
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