I write stories without end and every word just comes to life
each one pulls a brick outside and lets me weigh my dream,
I build up statues from the mud with faces hidden in the dark
an army for my lover’s heart to find a time to breathe –
I am dressed in blue and black, holding riddles from the end
you are poetry in motion avoiding rhymes with dearly caution,
blood is rushing through our veins filling pulses hand in hand
waves are sweating on the sand washing out the books I rent…

All the question marks be broken
seek no more,
close the eyes and feed this feeling to your soul
the beauty’s in the moment
dare to stay alive,
love me from the distance,
let me love you from afar….

I write feelings hoped to last and shed light into the dust
we’re both meeting friends in time we’ve known for a while,
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