Unfinished
I wrote the words as I hadspoke them. As I had once
whispered them in your ear.
And they slip away from me
now. The words are the same
but the meaning has eluded me.
What if your touch was still mine?
What if your kiss was still sweet?
I long to know, it is but a dream.
Spoken on an april breeze. Only
real to me. And so I keep it here
so you will not change it, break it.
The nights when I was fragile, you
did not speak, You stole my words
gave them away like pennies for candy.
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