A formidable force ties us together.
Tugging and pulling at the core for the blood of love.
Never telling, nor revealing its remnants to the blissfully ignorant.
and distills into black
Time passes and is forgotten
His imprint of passion forever remains, not so unlike an unwanted scar from an old wound.
Neither one willing to disappear
We hang on for dear life to rotting ropes that dangle over sharp cliffs
Never looking down at destiny.
Oversimplifies a notion all too clear.
I can’t wait to see him again.
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