Endless Love
The Hands of time are etching an eternity of regret
Into the fabric of our blissful slumber
I am stalking your every move waiting to pounce
Yet, the fear of your recoil diverts me
Considering alternative methods to resolve, what (I still do not know)
We move toward the chasm which was once filled with hope
Only to find silence and no resolve
Like two magnets we are repelling one another
Again coming to neutral ground, there is peace.
Copyright © Erik Herzig | Year Posted 2012
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