Like angels
who the world has glared,
I cry for
what was never there.
The sea has
hung her wave washed hair
and yet, I'm
sure I couldn't bear
This fragile
pain inside me chest.
It slowly
drives away the rest
I once had
felt in your embrace.
The simplest
things I could not face.
And still my
heart cries for your touch;
How could I
love you still so much?
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