04_06_09__-(109)__largeThe edges are blurred
Warped from fair abuse
I watch her from afar
My breath quickens
Warm as it passes my lips
As her kisses used to do
We live in limbo
A purgatory of sorts
Denying ourselves pleasure
Indulging in a pain
So complete it pleases
Caught in this cycle
That we cannot break
Just for old times’ sake
Or the promise of more
But we live in a past
Fabricated by our now
This mixed up little world
Purged of every lie
While waiting for a clarity
We missed in the moment
Trapped in this dance
Without keeping time.


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