I see the art in the way we touch each other's hands, I can say it's bliss
The bittersweet taste every time I kiss your lips,
I fall into the deepest black hole of longing every time I feel your hands drifting,
Yet I still think of you as something that will keep me going,
You touch my soul as if we're running out of time,
And I know that this is the right time,
You kiss me as if I were to give you the air you needed,
"Stay with me" as I pleaded
I felt something real, behind all the lies, for once we were real
You pulled me closer to your arms, "I am here"
I admit the words are soothing, but what if fate is lying?
Tell me, what am I losing?
I closed my eyes as my tears began to fall,
"You are not mine, and I am not yours to call"
Please tell me that this is not temporary, and we are not just borrowed bodies.
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