I carry you with grace & silence.
What I can't feel isn't real & what isn't real won't change.
So easily mesmerized when I read your colors.
Before I felt your essence, I knew your pain.
It screamed from the corners of your eyes and melted from your lips.
Deep rich torture.
On the blind side, I want to live your dark side.
Slash the ripper, Jack the king.
Born from your breath, mysterious from Oz.
You are my slight truth while I lie next to you.
The tension is mad heavy but with you, I'm lightweight.
I carry you with silence because I'd rather not share.
I carry you with grace because I'm the shadow of your flare.
When we run out of words to say, I promise I won't make you feel bad.
Let's just be.
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