The most secretive in passion
Mind seducing yet strange
His place so far places spikes in my head
The constant thoughts of him makes the intense knowing he is not here unbearable
But the reality of his presence is not real
The speech that signifies him is not real
But he is
The tears I shed are not for him but for me
They shed because of forced truth
The truth that this feeling may never come true
The truth that only this way of communication and foreplay
This way of seduction is meant to be discovered only in distance
The passion that could is out of reach
The water that flows wishes for a second outcome
Bares pain and sorrow of such a feeling
The pain digs deep like a knife on a victim
The memory seems so strong
The vision is touchable with eyes wide open
There is nothing worse than a deja vu to trigger a unhappy moment
To recall such a joyous completeness but out of my hands
The scenes have been play
The words have been written and said
As true emotion needed for this nameless affection
The same is not shown
So the roles are not filled
The show can not go on
And the actors find a new place to perform
The tears, the truth and love
Alone they are powerful
Together they are devastating
What a tragic story
Sincerely Yours,
Hurting
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