I wish I met you years before
Avoiding the thunder and heavy rain that poured
All before the grave mistakes
Unearthed from underneath the ground
Ugliness of choices and feelings now decomposing along the
floor
Scratched and bruised from the chances I tried to take
Only to be left shivering and dying in it’s wake
Longing the caress of the hand discovering the softness of my
face
Hunger to consume the sweetness of your taste
Distance of miles and life stretched on too far
Unable to travel to where you are
Perhaps in another time or place
Yet reminded the bed chosen can’t be unmade.
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