She looks away because she don't love this man anymore.
He took her soul and painted it in the darkness of her core.
He sits there wondering why she is distant in her grace.
He's just another haunted face.
She has had many men like him before, this is not what you call love.
Apprehensively, he waited, but to her that just wasn't enough.
She's a beautiful distraction, He's a morbid reaction.
Together they paint the skies with non stop action.
She's just one, two many distractions.
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