Exploration of feeling through metaphor and meaning
And the mistrust of emotion as you stretch out to invade another’s space
The grace and beauty of a moment stolen is lost as soon as its over
In the coldness of the morning and the harsh light of day.
Biting words and stinging barbs spread venom as they crawl noiselessly under your skin
The pallor of the early hours creeps across your face
And I see the things in you, you had previously tried to erase.
There is static in the air between us but it has lost the spark
And there is a bitter taste on the tongue where the honey had once run from.
Time has made us fools so easily,
Yet, we cling to the fleeting moments that we know are gone forever.

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