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It’s not a secret. It’s not a superpower. I will be yours forever. Falling - Gently, you whisper. Dust particles surf the light. The blue of your eyes; Oceans. I felt it only once. Hip to hip, One seat for us both: Sharing. He can make you marvellous. He can make you real. I know because I am, Now. The day of love; The tan and the silk. I believed you then; Once. The person I was is not who I know. You were always a mystery. There was no room for me: Ego. He asked me once Why I was around: These years were mine to hold, Individually. A silver van for a golden man. Two years boxed in. One too many lies: Excuses. Temporary and insignificant: It all came with the package. All out of view of the shot, Hidden. Did you learn what it was to be a man? It hit me in the moment, And, again, since. Twice. Respect and sincerity, Trust and commitment. Appearance in forms: Clean. It applies to us both. Our souls did not dance. The sun did not shine, Often. The smog skewed my view. I was an imposter. I said too much at once: Insecure. Sitting there, silent, I soaked it in. Few words were spoken but I was released: Free.
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
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It’s not a secret. It’s not a superpower. I will be yours forever. Falling - Gently, you whisper. Dust particles surf the light. The blue of your eyes; Oceans. I felt it only once. Hip to hip, One seat for us both: Sharing. He can make you marvellous. He can make you real. I know because I am, Now. The day of love; The tan and the silk. I believed you then; Once. The person I was is not who I know. You were always a mystery. There was no room for me: Ego. He asked me once Why I was around: These years were mine to hold, Individually. A silver van for a golden man. Two years boxed in. One too many lies: Excuses. Temporary and insignificant: It all came with the package. All out of view of the shot, Hidden. Did you learn what it was to be a man? It hit me in the moment, And, again, since. Twice. Respect and sincerity, Trust and commitment. Appearance in forms: Clean. It applies to us both. Our souls did not dance. The sun did not shine, Often. The smog skewed my view. I was an imposter. I said too much at once: Insecure. Sitting there, silent, I soaked it in. Few words were spoken but I was released: Free.
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#heartbreak#blue#love#growth#man
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Oct 26, 2020
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