Say that you love me, & then I shall be
on my way,
But, by not saying the words, around you, I
will stay,
Swirling like silvered mists, upon a cold
midnight lake,
Entwining your heart, as the kiss from
venomous snake.
Say that you will miss me & then I
shall leave you alone,
But, by not saying the words, I will then
stay in your home,
Tiptoeing like whispers, through your
hallways & old stairs,
Raising up your hopes & at the back of
your nape, the hairs.
Say that you will meet me, beyond heavens
locked up doors,
But, by not saying the words, then know I
can never be yours,
Remembering lost dreams, within mists of our
dwindling love,
I´ll be around & be watching you, from below
& from up above.
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