Stronger
Lips tight, head bowed, I roll my body away praying to be found.
I leave thy arms and kiss thy lips.
As soft as a whisper in the shadows of the sky,
I lost your face.
You weren't there, because you went away.
I thought I lost you when I found me.
You were never real.
You just wanted to be.
You wanted to be the one who pulled me away from the aching pain.
I wanted to feel the warmth of your arms wrapped around me.
You lost me when I found you.
Our love was real.
But were you?
I kiss thy eyes.
And wipe thy lips.
Only to met by a mounting shadow into abyss.
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