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Game Over
Contributed by
--skoTch--
on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 08:22:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
SecretLove
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If I could touch your face every day, there would be no tears to shed.
If I could kiss your lips every day, there would be no wounds.
If I could stare into your eyes at every moment that shall pass us by, there would be no where to hide.
The game we play is not one of purity;
It is a challenge.
A game of risks, of slyness, of awareness.
We both know.
It’s there…you know it’s there.
Like a bolt of lightning crashing through both of us, striking wounds that cannot be left unaided.
A magnetic force, identical pain and understanding.
There are no words that have to be spoken.
You speak with your eyes…
I can read the painful reality in those shadows.
I’m melting…floating…falling…
The dark will wash over…but you’ll still be there.
You will always be right there.
I can hear you breathing.
Why can’t you hear the screams?
My heart sighs...the darkness weeps…
You reach out with your hand…with your soul.
The warmth will overcome us…and still no words must be spoken.
You can cut the silence with a knife…watch the darkness bleed.
Can’t move, can’t hear, can’t see…
But I can feel it…we can feel it.
Deep down…running through our veins.
I feel like dying in your arms.
Feel like I’m drowning…breathing your life.
Bleeding your existence.
Crying your tears.
Falling…words are not spoken…never are they spoken…
Drowning…
If I don’t make it, know that I loved you all along…
I loved you all along…
Copyright ©
--skoTch--
... [
2004-11-21 20:22:57] (Date/Time posted on
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