Revisiting
Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how? It ends.And the fire is going,…
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