The smallest movement behind your stare
an overwhelming sense of inadequate murmers
as I rake fingers through your hair
there's never been more of a time than now
to embrace you while this world burns around us
we turn to smoke so we can
fly with the wind
a thousand "miss yous"
and your still a sceptic
what if I could kiss you till the moon dies away
whisper promises upon you
even if I beg you to stay
could you turn away and go against the wind
wed be lost forever and again
mine too the very last, the very end ..
©munch77
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