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Friday, 9 October 2009

Touch

My imperfect hands
Will never be fit to hold yours.

Time will create a wall
And I can see you
But the other side
Is empty mirrors

My voice is an echo
In a cave
Where I am love's prisoner

Where there is nothing.

But I promised myself
I would reach down
Upon the fallen autumn leaves
And I would watch
Them ride the wind

They would have another chance
To escape on silver wings
As yours have been darkened
By the mistakes of which
You think are corrections

I wish to be
A cold and frosty
Remnant
Which you hold in your hands

The closest to your heart
That I will ever get.

Blow me away
As I know
If I stay

I will tear down reality
I will burn down the truth
For with it, I swear I cannot be
If there is only me
And not you.

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