We were here in the still life of morning
Where skin touching warmth begins a new day
Now I am cold in the still breath of mourning
The part of your heart that has faded away
Life we created from love we once made
Has moved on without us needing to grow
From tongue to lips upon wet sheets engraved
Was the chance to be free and finally know
Fingertip stories, art posed tete-a-tete
Outside of the bedroom, inside of your heart
Guided footsteps through every closed gate
But crisscrossed promises pulled us apart
Now we are here in the still of silence
Like homicide victims of love's violence
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