taint

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taint

 

your tongue was an instrument

it made my heart dance

your hands were strings

that controlled my every step

your words were meaningless

feeding every second chance

your promises were lies

just dry words left unkept

 

your games went on and on

piling in unbridled hair

your lips were full of resonance

memories heavy on my chest

your voice was the rain

soft and solacing like a prayer

your presence lingered on

but in time i was to rest

 

i can never love you

i can never reach you

-d.m.

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