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The cause of my reasons has no similarity to your thoughts and suffering Your lips don’t move my mind and focus stays primarily on the background Your eyes don’t reach me, I lied before in that unforgivable way and unfortunately I don’t see you I see only with my blood, pressured with rage through my veins And images, oh those reprobate veils under which you feed of me, you tragically disregarded mirror, a misunderstood projection of someone who was someone, maybe myself, a long time ago. Disoriented I thole, not knowing is getting too familiar. The touch you give me, it’s angry, feels nothing in return The touch becomes nothing and all falls together Eyes, words, a hand, a soul Begin to crumble under a table, glasses long before emptied In hope to make you meet my eyes in the moment I should meet yours In hope to make you touch me and in return feel the warmth In hope to make you make me say the words you want to hear I don’t know if you’re real but you’re more real than me I know that for sure.
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
A dream's dream
The cause of my reasons has no similarity to your thoughts and suffering Your lips don’t move my mind and focus stays primarily on the background Your eyes don’t reach me, I lied before in that unforgivable way and unfortunately I don’t see you I see only with my blood, pressured with rage through my veins And images, oh those reprobate veils under which you feed of me, you tragically disregarded mirror, a misunderstood projection of someone who was someone, maybe myself, a long time ago. Disoriented I thole, not knowing is getting too familiar. The touch you give me, it’s angry, feels nothing in return The touch becomes nothing and all falls together Eyes, words, a hand, a soul Begin to crumble under a table, glasses long before emptied In hope to make you meet my eyes in the moment I should meet yours In hope to make you touch me and in return feel the warmth In hope to make you make me say the words you want to hear I don’t know if you’re real but you’re more real than me I know that for sure.
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RamonaDavis
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
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