I feel you run through me,
like a freight train through my veins.
Disenchanted Whispers,
the past takes me again.
and you were so comfortable
sweat spilling into mine...
you told me you loved me
then wondered why I cried.
hiding behind stone faces,
in a garden of the stone rose.
we run to others...ashamed
to admit what everyone knows.
and in their arms...a little warmth
for a moment or two.
history repeats itself,
and I Crash into you.
I feel you touch me...
the longing turned to hate.
the moon watches on still waters,
this is the bed we've made.
breathe heavy for a moment,
feel my fingers in your spine...
you told me you loved me,
and wondered why I cried.


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