Noelle Decuir

Sweetest Perfection

Through the eventide I feel I cannot leave you
Words softly spoken into the abyss they fade
Through these feelings everything in view
Careless, lines have been visibly made

Reaching out upon a beating heart
Pretending as though you didn't brush my hand
I have never been defenseless though I know my part
Spontaneously, this illusion had become grand

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