I keep your secrets in a vase
Hidden out of sight
As long as your heart beats with mine
Your secrets are locked up tight
I feel an ease when we are close
That fades when you are far
Transforms into anxiety
Not knowing how you are
Please come home
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Sweet melancholy. ⚡💙⚡
So near but so far away. It is sad in a way, because the last line pleaded please come home. Well done!!!