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Jul 2019
There is a gap in between
is it you, or is it me?
Where does this lead
It hurts to see it die like this

Are we troubled and should we heal
in each other's hands (neck kiss)
or shall we give in
to what's below our feet
in my case, being swallowed by his lips
giving in to life's curse, setting us free?

I am not the most experienced woman in the world...
but I can feel something might go wrong
so slow, it feels good
so slow, that we might crash soon

We could be everything
and I really want to believe
but many nights under the covers
it is him, it is him, it is him

We love each other
we build a dream
what would we be
were we not you and me

And you are water
but he is fire!
And you put out the blaze
until the next time

And they say leave one of them
do not play games
I am not playing any games
I am trying to get it straight
but I get lost, in the way

I don't see **** clear
but the Thames will surely speak to me
Omens will appear
in the form of clarity
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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