Some fail to see
What lies beneath the depths of our love
Those we care for most
Hidden behind a limitless ghost
No ending
What seems to be an easy way out
Those who act upon which is fake
Pretending day in and day out
Never questioning
“No” she responds, “this is fate”
So flustered by what only she sees
His lies
The endless
Caught between the enemies
His words are strong
Though as his grip
Caught face to face
Her body is tight and her mind is blank
The look in his eyes
Each and every time, her heart skips a beat
Almost like a disc on repeat
She feels his hands lower
The heat from their bodies
The breath they lose
Chasing a never ending lust
The Tidal waves of blues
About the Creator
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