If I had the wordsto make you move
all could go forward
and the dance prove
that we were meant
to love. The mountain
is just too far
and too hard to climb.
If I had the power
to make you sigh
to the sound of my breath abated,
yet still comes that heart sour,
the soul regurgitated.
Dark clouds move in
covering that cerullean blue
your mouth had painted my soul.
The storm in me is calm in you.
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