-the dance

you flame the light

my skin yearns to touch.

those eyes in spark

raise hell tonight.

i leave the scene and dream alone.

alone with you to write the lines.

you speak the calm and windy breeze

to take one look inside my dreams.

and dance along the falling sky

and step upon the virgin clouds.

you move about with unclear sight

and hands to guide and lead the way.

you catch a scent of promise land

and move across to conquer all.

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you, my smile

and bitter thoughts in denial.

the words you write

tie me down

and i love to be your prisoner.

through the telescope

i see your every dream

and i read you like an open book.

the glass is firm

with no sign for it to break

and every day i make it shine

just to see you, somehow.

you stand behind it,

untouched.

i watch as you grow

and break through your walls,

ready to breathe.

you, my dream

and i,

an empty page.

will wait for those inspiring nights

when your gift finds its muse

and you make me blank no more.

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tomorrow

was never part of our vocabulary

but we dared imagine

what that might've been like.

and all the yesterdays

were yet another day

we wished were never true.

and here i am,

i write.

i dare put my past to create,

but never to regret.

for i have nothing to remember it all was just an act.

it finally gave meaning

to my tragic title-

the one i always pondered:

we were all just that-

the writer, the stage and all of me...

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