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Feb 2012
I stared into these eyes,
Deep blue, true blue, your blue,
But I saw it wasn't you.
I listened to this voice, to this laugh,
I laughed too,
But I heard it wasn't you.
I touched this body,
I hugged and held,
But I found it wasn't you.
Do you love me or hate me?
I wish I knew.
Do I love you or hate you?
Both are true.
Did I hurt you?
Will you hurt me?
These hands want to hold,
This skin wants to feel,
These lips want to kiss,
But my heart is cold.
I don't love you because I don't trust you,
Yet I need you, need you to wait,
My heart might open,
Open softly, slowly, carefully,
Because I was made to love,
Despite my hate, my pain,
My past, my scars.
Made to hold, to touch, to kiss,
To listen,
To love, to love.
cellobello
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