avec vous...

arranging words
unspoken, floating, hovering.
the times we talked about shits and whores
and of unforgiving bitches that forge
ties with the devil, laughing and joking and laughing
i look into your eyes
time moves along as i catch a glimpse;
of what it means to fall, to feel;
in love.

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tears speak of dreams unfulfilled
articulating hopes unachieved
expressing desolation;
you and I and me and you
conversations and distance,
apprehension and adaptation.
deep seated treasures waiting
to be found, held and loved.