You Are Me

About to fall asleep,

I hear the sound of a passing train in the distance.

Comforted by the sorrow of my own beauty,

my life is the heart of my heart.

Only you would know to come here and listen.

Love isn’t leaving, it’s believing.

Can you hear it in the distance?

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