Nostalgic

Life is a beast with two heads
just like Janus;
godlike and all-knowing.
It gives and takes so easily
smiles from glowing cheeks,
laughs from glad hearts,
kisses from–

we are worlds apart

I must except this scarred skin
for what it is;
a tapestry; history
reminding me that I am on
borrowed time from–

i am not a pawn

I danced amongst the stars
before things fell apart
And now, all I can think about is–

In a dream you whispered in your kiss
we will get through this.’

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