You keep poking and pushing my inner core
Keep joking with what to me is acute
The soul you think is still for touching
Is now somewhere else in love,
Simply with another attitude.
I find it disturbing the way you talk
In such naïve tongues and tone
Filling your mouth with a credulous taste
And I find it hard to ignore,
To refrain or to leave alone.
"We" is not us or the things in our past
The grip on my wrist calls for a cease
No last nights or looks. No kiss goodbye.
That departing taking place,
Is not needed for me to release.
I love someone in this life
Wondrous to my world and entirely new
My mind can make you non-existing if need be
I now have what I ask for
Just what this heart values.
Do you?...
//Eide
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