How can two hearts so intwined
Be so out of time
I see the look upon his face is it love or distaste
For me, For us, For everything that we can be or ever will be
Why can't he see the real me
He thinks I'm a shadow
a masked kind of person
I laugh in his face
The only mask I bare is of love for this person standing in front of me
Who is unable, incapable even
to open their eyes to see the vast amount of love and lust I have for he!
I say these things yet the look upon his face still worsens
Nothing comes from his lips
No lines
No sweet verses
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