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.


My heart is thrashing.

Still yearning,

all of me is churning.

The longing 

is prolonging, prolonging.



is overthrowing

the memories;


My truth did not prevail 

the outcome was a failure.

You are my heart

but I must restart,





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