intrude
so brief your soft lips touches me
to yearn it all throughout eternity
short are the moments you hold my hands
yet, in my soul, you are intruding me
to hold on is a drop of tormented will
but my passion roars deep behind my words
Even in clouded eyes i watch you fly away
still i speak not with the words i longed to say
as the clouds engulf you in their arms
i just wish i'd been born with wings
instead with this monolith of regrets
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