Too LateHolding you as if you were crystal You pulling me closer, me staying, reluctant I’m craving to grip you tightly, hold you I can’t, knowing you will never belong to me Now you’re hers. I was too late I turn my face away from you Tears welling up, I refuse to let them fallToo Late
Your shaky breath whispers longing My hair flows behind me, like it too is afraid to touch you I step away, you turn to ice Shivering I look down, Eyes torn between your face and the floor Hurt radiating from you, no longer happy to see me Seeing that my body cringes away like a cat
he said he would always be here,
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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