You are a STRANGER a FIGMENT of my SUBCONSCIOUS
Touching your face you seem so REAL. . .
So why is your PRESENCE. . . NON-EXISTENT
In the DARK of the hour AUTUMN CREEPS upon SUMMER, as something
ENGULFS my HEART in a fear so anxious-
HEART! There’s NOTHING there; so MEND your self, it’s time once more
to CONCEAL. . .
MIND! Why are you in BEWILDERMENT?
I saw you once, I tried not to stare-
I turned around and there you were, I blinked an eye and where’d you GO?
That day I used to RECALL so BRIGHTLY now a¬ BLUR.
When I turn my back I just want you to KNOW, I’ll be GONE forever, so
here’s your CHANCE to say NO DON’T GO-
But hurry up because it will be too late if you move too SLOW. . .
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