There has always been twisted little
Things we never spoke of
Until I uttered the words…
“They’re beautiful, why hide away?”
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& when we lost our senses,
We articulated the abstract,
& for the hours that followed,
I was caught up in the rapture
Of subliminal hope &
You stood by my side
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When the time came to part,
I saw the tiny fragments
Give way to our largest mistakes,
& we were lost in loneliness again,
We pretended not to search, there,
Blinded by the pride we boxed,
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& I knew, all too well,
That we let our heads erase,
The path that made our way,
But still I can see a little,
Sparkle of the refuge light,
Tracing our entrapment,
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& I look forward to chasing
It, with or without you…
Just know that, I would
Rather have you here