Hearts feels like it melts, dripping away,
The Sky, the air, nothing seems to be in focus.
Haunted by blissful memories of the past,
Wishing for what I know I can never have.
Eyes piercing, actually seeing inside,
You were the only one I was absolutely real with,
Quicksand of uncertainty cements my stance.
Dreams tease me,
The Muse fuels me for what I want.
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