Friday, August 28

Stop

What I feel for you is not new.
I guess I've always felt it before.
Chose to ignore it, stopped it before it flourished.
Now, can it still be pushed away?
When all I see is the fate of two evolving into one?

Melt me with a smile, cover me in your embrace.
Love me with your eyes.
Stop.
No, I refuse to see the truth.
I am blinded by faith.

Stop.

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