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Your next dance

I never want to go out,

I will never put out my cigarette. 

It has become a sport

trying to forget

everything we did

and all I should and could.

Will there be a day when everything is bliss

and I’ve managed to forget our imaginary kiss?

I remember your unspoken words

and my cowardice watching the birds.

Everything evaporated

the light of our hope faded.

i didn’t move a bone

so now I stand alone.

I never want to feel the pain

of two loving hearts with no gain,

due to playing the game. 

there must come a new chance

I must be your next dance.

I don’t want to forget

I want to continue to project.

I remember your unspoken words

and my cowardice watching the birds.

Everything evaporated

the light of our hope faded.

i didn’t move a bone

so now I stand alone.

It has to happen again,

you are more than a friend;

you are my soul mate, my end.

We feel everything so much

whenever our lives “accidentally” touch

alas there is no such.

It should have been you and i,

I will think that until I die.

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Guldnar