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Aug 2015
In the cold September

Locked in your arms

Beneath the winter leaves ,

Far away from reality.

You were once a dream

I lay

I dreamt

Once a lie

I told

Presently, a destiny waiting

For precious time to pass.

As the passing days

burn holes in  my youth.

My heart has a burn mark

With your name on

My mind has a melody

Of your heart, beating

Never to be forgotten

Are those days spent together

The darkness of my dreams

Hold the secrets of the lies

My eyes once told.

Tell me its not my fault

Why should this be so hard?

I don’t know how this dream will end

But I’m sure when this nightmare ends.

I will open my eyes and

Find my finger between yours…

Shedding tears helps me realize

And I don’t need a cure…

Alongside mine…

Love is a sickness

And I don't need a cure
Petri Le Roux
Written by
Petri Le Roux  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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