The truth
How you look into my eyes
I can see no lies
just the truth.
I need no proof.
Your touch
is a crutch;
that electricty
composes our history.
A spark
is all it took to make your mark
The crave
is a wave.
Crashing.
My heart is thrashing.
Still yearning,
all of me is churning.
The longing
is prolonging, prolonging.
Knowing
is overthrowing
the memories;
enemies.
My truth did not prevail
the outcome was a failure.
You are my heart
but I must restart,
alone
This poem is about:
Me
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