echo
when we lay our eyes
upon one another's
does my gaze cast the sliver of suspicion
that colors my every thought of you?
knock knock - hear the echo?
as ever the great pretender
I prefer to live in fantasy
playing with pain
because I know
the way this could hurt
couldn't hurt and
the way this could please
could be fun and
falling in and
falling out and
familiar feelings
are only ever just an echo -
might as well play
it couldn't hurt
it couldn't hurt
Copyright © mou col | Year Posted 2025
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