Pretending

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You held my hand and then slipped away

you always had the desire to leave with the best of me.

You whispered words forgotten then kissed away the dawn

you always left me stranded and begging to go on.

Now every place I look there’s someone pretending not to care

there’s always someone with your face pretending they aren’t there.

Sometimes in the shadows a vision takes form

reminding me of you and thoughts forlorn.

Sometimes when night comes lashing and I am left to bleed

the memories are all I crave and all I pretend to need.

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