On my heart your name’s engraved. My bleak future you have saved. I am in awe, you’ve been so brave. And that’s why it’s your lips I always crave. They intoxicate me, leave me feeling weak. I am without words, I cannot speak. I turn to you, no longer oblique. Caught in a daze, as my lips brush your cheek. I follow your gaze, as it settles on my thigh. The love I have inside, is reflected in your eyes. No longer blinded, I see through your guise. Like an enlightened sage, I feel so wise. You have touched my soul, it has apprised. The poignancy of your words so bittersweet. Have resulted in the admittance of my defeat. I feel complete, no longer filled with conceit. I can now include myself in love’s elite.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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