fallenfaces

    Open at the sight of us, meeting
    Closed in as a defense, with you eyeing.
    Right there, stunned by your presence
    Left with your charisma’s, lingering essence

    Suppress the desire to lure you into mine.
    Express my feelings blankly.
    No one would want to see,
    Intimate possibility

    Covet the desire
    I loathly came for
    Our souls merge
    Detached from their world
    Moving to the rhythm  of the make believe.

     Then you came
    before me, as white as can be
    Smothered the dull blackness in me.
    Let us see.

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