The pain behind this ribcage

   The urge behind my eyes

The longing to stay with you

   Is all I realize

The clouds of lust dissipate

   And true love takes their place

As my soul cries out so loud

   My feeble lips retain a taste

The taste, I taste, upon my lips

   Is anything but sweet

A flavor of silence mixed with guilt

   Hints that my words are all I eat

While I sit in a trance-like state

   Thoughts of you go floating by

I try to say before it's too late

   That I wish you were mine

The End

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