She never had time to hold my hand because she was too busy embracing the world.
She never wanted to cuddle because her soul was restless. Always on the run. Always spun. Always twirled.
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She couldn't be tied down—by leather, satin, metal or my heart. She slipped right through my fingers.
I still remember her eyes, staring into them. Her soul was so unique, it's shivers on my heart still faintly lingers.
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"Who are you?" I asked, braided deep inside her, feeling her hand caress my chest.
"I don't know yet," She replied, then made me lose myself before she got up, got dressed.
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I know you're still out there, darling. You're breaking someone else's heart, and by God, I beg them mercy.
I never stood a chance, nobody will. Your wandering soul will never find rest; never with another, per se.
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I know I'll never see you again; you left my bedroom for a reason. I'll never know it, know you, but I understood why.
You don't need anyone. Only for a while. Heart in your hands. Lips upon yours... I could never have been your guy.
