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His burning eyes blaze at me,
And something shifts closer within,
       But him, his eyes glow with adoration,
       Muted with hurt; he can tell.

__I’m balanced on the edge,
Unsure of myself,
Because I used to be so certain,
Of which way I’d always fall.__

His outlines call to me,
And I struggle with evidence.
	Him, his kisses falling everywhere,
	His love so warming; how could I?

__There’s nothing lost quite yet,
Maybe a crumpled promise,
But it looks to me like velvet,
From where I stand.
	His bare body against mine,
	What images shadow my head?
	While I’m running on the spot,
	He’s still holding my hand.__	
	
Fires smoulder against my conscience,
I feel invisible tears I cannot cry,
As new guilt to burn fights quietly,
Against the carbon dioxide of each sigh.
I can see everything so clear,
Yet I let the heatwaves blur my vision,
I’m lost in this surprise equation,
Denial becomes the dark decision.
So tell me I’m not wrong,
Please take away the gun,
Because by now I should’ve learned,
	He is the only one.
Posted: 2007-03-28 08:37:13 UTC

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