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Poems This rain drop falling on my shoulder.
It's you.
Tapping for me to snap out of it.
It's new.
You smile at me and muse about things that cannot be.
I see you.
The first time.
The last time I would know it to be so perfect.
Void of insecurity, conflict and taint.
Filled with the starry nights on the hill.
Kisses under the dew soaked tree.
Pretending we were anything we wanted or could be.
Faint.
It's all so faint now.
Far from forgotten but so hard to recall.
Standing as the light from which I drift as I fall.
Though ours is a bond not easily shaken.
It stands an Ideal, from so much I’ve taken.
. . . Yet I know in my soul It can never . . .
. . . Something so beautiful goes 'round only once . . .
. . . You stand as my heart. My belief in ever . . .
. . . To keep the gates of my soul all but shut . . .
You are my origin.
I am your poison.
We share a bond
That can never be broken.
