Disappeared

October 4, 2013

Gradually you're slipping away,

restlessness effectively taking over.

I'm eager to confront my sensibility for you,

yet you keep slipping away.

Your hair;

Your eyes;

Your mesmerized by the illusions surrounding you.

Look at me.

Trying to pull you closer with a vacant stare.

Slowly you disappear into the shadows of dusk;

fleeing from lust.

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