Her name was Em and she's so beautiful.
Her name was extravagant so as her perfect curls.
Her name was Em.
And I thought I knew what was happening then.

Her voice is gentle like that of a song.
Her hands clasped in my calloused ones, the rose and the thorn.
Her name was Em. And she is unpredictable.

Her name is Em.
Embrace the true essence of friendship and love.
Embark on a journey, either a walk or swim.
Empty the mind and let the soul dance within.

Her name is Em.
And I knew what was happening then.

We shift.
We tilt.
In sleep.
In kiss.

We laugh.
We cry.
In good.
In bad.

We shout.
We whisper.
The words of the unknown mouth,
in the coldest of winter.

We write.
We bleed.
We speak.
I listen.

We think.
We change.
We act.
We reason.

But I'm still so sure.
That by the end of the day.
When the break of dawn
is but a million ticks away.

All we ever do is.

We shift.
We tilt.

This head is searing with pain.
A pain that shots through my brain.
My brain screaming like the lost sounds of rain.
The rain, its droplets I cannot obtain.

This wondering mind, seeking for truth and reality.
Reality, the one thing that shatters humanity.
Humanity, the only thing that leads me to insanity.
Insanity, so thy help me.

I fly away, blown by the breaths of unwanted sympathy.
Sympathy leading to empathy.
Empathy leading to reality.
Reality, the one thing that shatters humanity.

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