As the one they hold on to;
a lesson towards the knowing end,
no better off to be accepted
And darker waters, left to tread.
 
Who’s this place for, if not me?
They smile as they walk away,
leave behind a fragile trace;
An afterimage left to my brain.
 
But you, you were my favorite;
cradled out in front of my eyes.
 
At most, I don’t know what I’m speaking for;
to bottle up a previous pain?
Pushed far down, and kept it silent
that you may never see the same
once in your life.
 
But you, you were my favorite;
the vision taunts, it’s never real,
(Who’s tender touch teases me?)
vanishing, when I look that way.
The corner of my eye, don’t cease to lie
that another looks this way about me.

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