I can't keep doing this
This dance with death
He pulls me close
Whispers in my ear
A soft smile on his beautiful face
"Come with me."
I shake my head slowly
Pushing him away
But then my arms feel cold, empty
An ocean without fish
A tree without leaves
I search the darkness for him again
My arms burn
They begin to itch
An itch I can never scratch away
And then there he is
His face is a question mark
Wondering when I will follow
I shake my head slowly
But yet still I let him near
Our lips touch
A bittersweet paradox
But again I push you away
"Please..." we both say
One day I won't be able to push you away
And I'll truly let you take me
Together we will finally finish this dance we share
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 2:29 PM UTC
I can't keep doing this
This dance with death
He pulls me close
Whispers in my ear
A soft smile on his beautiful face
"Come with me."
I shake my head slowly
Pushing him away
But then my arms feel cold, empty
An ocean without fish
A tree without leaves
I search the darkness for him again
My arms burn
They begin to itch
An itch I can never scratch away
And then there he is
His face is a question mark
Wondering when I will follow
I shake my head slowly
But yet still I let him near
Our lips touch
A bittersweet paradox
But again I push you away
"Please..." we both say
One day I won't be able to push you away
And I'll truly let you take me
Together we will finally finish this dance we share
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