going from near to far; holding the memory close
your soul (it entwines in my head)
i am not the simple girl i once was (for that of which you know)
. . . it is not of my making, the smiles that, filled the dark black sky with light
smooth skin like water (you are but a rock, washed over with this)
it was not of my knowing, the way we do,
for I was never one to look to you: the last thing I ever wanted
(steadfast. . . we know not)
this was not for life
morning song ever clear (whispers in my ear)
rain patters against your chest; a pulsing beating heart
(do not fear) we are near
one final kiss the moment tears us apart
your arms around me, the seconds that we know (you told me you know)
mainstream love . . . (we know it not)
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