| I watched it rotating thousands of times,
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| but you wore it so effortlessly.
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| Casting shadows while hoping that I shifted pins in your breaking skin.
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| You held the words on the tip of your tongue
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| a constant with change, a mind rearranged
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| 'if that’s what it takes'.
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| Promises are worthless if they’re kept in a glass cage.
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| I remember when we first locked eyes;
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| it was dark inside me but you turned on a light.
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| I remember how my focus changed;
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| you seemed clear in a familiar haze.
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| You were a friend from the very first word.
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| I felt adrift now that seems absurd.
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| I could hold you in a trance these days
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| I took the time to learn you from the look on your face.
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| To the way we embrace, I’ve a know of your touch.
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| I know what you need when you’re emotionally stuck.
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| I know you better than I know myself.
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| it’s tiring relying on a ghost for help.
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| As we get older does our history change?
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| Who scores the failure? |
| Who takes the blame?
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| Do secrets stay whispers forever?
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| I try to speak with a mouth of leather.
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| (You held the question, luminescent and still
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| parallels creeping under the cracks in my skin)
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| I try to speak with a voice unheard,
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| I feel alone in a room full of people.
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| Can’t forget it with a body of burns.
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| Try swimming in a soul so evil,
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| try laying in a hate filled grave,
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| try scratching at skin deep scars,
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| try sleeping in the bed you made,
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| is honesty an untold art?
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| I’ve known since the instant you told me
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| (if that’s what it takes)
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| that I would let go. |