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Nov 2017
Your beauty is haunting me
It draws a fine line between irational and rational state of being
Like the life we chose doesn't define the right and wrong on either side of my mind
I can't define what it is that makes me feel this way

Because this isn't caused by some lack of faith, truthfully
I just feel like sometimes you block my view into the inside of your mind because you're terrified of what I might find
And I can't decide if it's because of something I've done,
My arms stretched wide enough to catch whatever piece of you I can find, I've given you everything
Why do I still feel like a stranger when I look at you, as if the contours of your skin are as far as you'll ever let me in and even when I feel like I'm finally close to your core, you put on a few layers more,
Like this love is a burden you want no part of,
Like your frozen shoulder might melt if you put some distance between it and the stone cold fear,
And I think I can't breath because it feels like I've seen this before,
You're struggling to carry the weight of the world I live in and I can't seem to even take my own weight off the globe resting on your shoulder blades,
I just know that I love you and I hope you'll stay,
Because this love isn't likely to go away.
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
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