In a world of many mistakes
I thought it would change.
Could we make it out?
Promises break so I need
To hear you say,
You will keep it now
Not some other day.

I long for our talks,
How you said my name.
The way you twist,
the way you rise and fall.
Your heart on a sleeve and face,
your strength through it all,
the way you are in lace.

When the curtain called the time
Will we both be home again?
It wasn’t hard to feel the signs,
the ease, your depth of femme
Till love’s death
Of peace of mind.

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