Torn to pieces, a million apart-
scorched to ashes, like it never was
blown away, by a zephyr so strong
all i had, a hope to hope on.
With a tickle underneath the skin, that sent a spark
shallow was it, the other half?
a sweet reply, a sensuous touch- awaiting was all this heart to lush
crime committed or the truth unearthed?
a simple question for a reason unheard.
In the dark it all crawls back- back to me,
today- the day it beats again, back to life!
It's blind, it's a feeling so turbulent- a congenial flow
in the eyes i see, it's you- with me
a touch sublime, a look intoxicating
is it a mirage, or a reflection i see
make me believe- make it happen
it's you too and not just me..
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