were those relapses or just your synapses
telling you she's the only one to see?
is your heart in disorder, or is that the mortar
of the sculpture your love's supposed to be?
were those near-kisses, or just near-misses
she turns away when she sees what she's doing?
is it you in her eyes, or just a disguise
she's put up to hide where her feelings are going?
you can't fight it now, she's deep inside you,
and you wish she'd love you as lovers do,
you can't turn away, it's too late to pray,
for this dream to pass with the end of the day
was that your heart beating, or your life bleeding
away in her arms as she held you close?
was it her that calmed you, her words that psalmed you
into thinking that you'd had your dose
was it storming outside, or your tears that lied
telling her that there was nothing wrong
was it her lips on your skin, or is it just sinking in
that you'd never get to taste them again?
you can't fight it now, she's deep inside you,
and you wish she'd love you as lovers do,
you can't turn away, it's too late to say
that this dream will pass with the coming of day
did she tell you she loved you, or was it her breath
that ran chills down your spine, a lovers' death
did she pull you in, realize your sin
and make you want her again and again?
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