Forgive me, for lacking the ability, not articulating the words for the, but I don't think that they're in me.
A poet's dilemma.
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All the souls in this room and I only see you. The music changes paces as the DJ calls for all of the lovers in the building to grab each other by the hand and sway in the center of the dance floor. We locked eyes for a moment as if he was specifically speaking to us. Me and you.
Lovers? if only in my wildest of dreams. I reach for the thought, of me that lives in you that only out two hearts can find.
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Gently your silhouette approaches me,
Warmth consumes by veins,
Shaking in ecstasy, belligerently
shuddering words that only come off as mere mumbles.
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