The Destruction Of Me

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"Crumple down my love
fall upon my arms
I'll hold on forever
until my last breath flees."
But all those words and all those actions
never mean a thing
if I'm not there to feel the love
that he so freely gives.

Time escapes.
We grow up.
I'm no longer me.
The world changed me.
And against all odds
it somehow broke him too.
And lovers turned to lonely strangers
eyes that couldn't meet.
And all is lost, love-lorn souls
and all I've ever gained.

Remains since blocked
returns to dust
and all I've ever gained
he took with him
forever mine is now
Forever his.

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