Two of a kind,
you and I;
spinning in confusion
together we stand
so close,
yet so far.
Time
and distance seperate,
what could be,
with teasing possibilities,
of love...
friendship...
passion...
desire...
Flames within light
the indigo skies;
in the distance
I can see,
the burning passions
kept from my touch,
torturing my heart and soul.
Crystalized tears sit
upon my cheek,
as my heart grows cold;
no one,
to love...
to hold...
to comfort...
to release me.





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