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slipping away.

    I held you in my arms.
I knew what that meant
fleeting ecstacy, stand still
for me to love what I've dreamt.
    Because your words inspire
wisdom and strength
they help me to see myself
for what I am and what I 'aint.
   Not every parting is tragedy
some words have been said
to each their own and to love myself
not all is lost or dead.

    Not sure how to separate
from something seeming to be mine
to hold you, touch you, kiss you
you were only you, all the time.
    So easy to believe
those sincere and honest eyes
nothing to send me away or far
there's no echo in my cries
    But what will be of us
if there was an us anyway
not to need you I can do
but I want you to stay.
    We both don't know how to do it
or know really if it will break
through the cracks and underneath
Im searching to be brave.
   What we don't want is to be broken
or feel ties down or incomplete
but unlike another man before
with you they couldnt compete.
   Space between us now
unanswered messages and calls
only waves and gestures
amidst common walls.
   Will we connect again
and see how it will be?
do you really care at all?
do you really care for me?

    Now is not the time
we didnt know we'd feel
thought playing house was fun
didnt know it be so real.
    I got a little taste of you
and now I thirst for more
but love freedom I do now
and need to love myself and to grow

   Cant escape what's done.
Dont want to run ahead.
I want to hold you in my arms
and feel you next to me in my bed.
    Is there a way for us to be
together and apart
but please spare me lust's brevity
if you'll only break my heart.
   We didnt know it would work so good
we were'd prepared for the fall
But I dont want to leave your spell
I don't want you gone at all.

   How can I have you but be with myself?
how can I keep you,
but not leave my heart on the shelf?
how are you ok, and I'm sighing in dreams
you've changed the game, rockstar
you changed this little girl,
brought out the woman in me.
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