Consequently  

Whispers of a poet's heart

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We were a fantasy come to life

I held onto you, you held onto me

We took that proverbial plunge

Flew so effortlessly on love wings

Until you’ve became so preoccupied

And slowly we’ve began our descent

Falling out of trust, losing our grip

Somewhere along the way we lost

What we love the most- about us

All those little nuances we possess

And I’ve been bleeding ever since

I keep holding on, giving all, I have

I simply can’t hold out much longer

You’re killing us… by a thousand cuts

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Poet of the Light © 2021

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