I wait for a word
or a few that tell me you love me
I search for them in everything you say
I read words of the non specific
burying my head between the lines
searching for what I need
I have heard the words before
they spun me on your pedestal
until giddy with adulation
I tell myself those words are still there
just transformed through the other
But every once and a while
when my bank is empty
and my soul feels hollow
I need you to say it straight
and tell me that you love me
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