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I woke to see you gazing at me
through my tangled hair.
Brushing the wayward strands
from off my face, you watched,
with pleasure, my passion rise
as your fingers traced contours.
Along with the dawn it’s been so long
since I’ve seen your lips of destruction,
your eyes of distraction. A scar grew
over my severed soul so that I survived
the loss of you. And as a broken bone
aches before a storm, it burns now you're returned.
I woke to see you gazing at me
through my tangled hair.
Brushing the wayward strands
from off my face, you watched,
with pleasure, my passion rise
as your fingers traced contours.
Along with the dawn it’s been so long
since I’ve seen your lips of destruction,
your eyes of distraction. A scar grew
over my severed soul so that I survived
the loss of you. And as a broken bone
aches before a storm, it burns now you're returned.