And puddles that distort a face
so that sometimes there are many
I'm not sure if i was you
I'd choose me as your wife
The shape of love has twisted us
And i don't trust myself to look after
The love you hold for me
Your grin like sunlight,
Crescent moons imprinted in your back
Heart beats soft soft
Then nothing
Whoever you are
When you hold me don't disappear
Why do we stake our claims on the past
an abstract past, we keep vague
Twenty six years old and still
I find myself speaking in whirls & illusions
Swollen with habit's so dumbly rehearsed
still living somewhere between the
lost and the found
a great gaping need
waiting to be filled.
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