Sweet Nothings
The time of desire seems but a dreamLost in translation
Life is too busy
Looking back on the past
Smiles of contempt
Not regretting time together
Forgetting the end
For the comfort once touched
Filled by an awkward silence
For the awkward silence
Filled by extreme comfort
Missing those intertwined nights
Snuggled in arms
Stolen kisses
No longer known
Fear
Driving the resistance
Betrayel
Burning the mind
With much caution
Do conversations proceed
Much hurt in eyes
Trust has diminished
Love has grown
Through the grapevine
a voice whispers
sweet nothings to hear
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