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never had the chance

going back, to that place

where i dreamed,

where you, looked  at me

so innocently,

with what i saw

reflecting,

in those eyes

a lovers disguise

my heart was yours

for the taking,

even though,

in my knowing that

passion and obsession

never come free,

i found myself willing

breathing,

a breathless inspiration

bursting from my seams,

i gave you my words

and everything, thereafter

indescribeably still,

there is so much

that i want to tell you,

but i cant

and just now,

as i hesitate

i get a chill,

that feels like goodbye

i despair,

without tears

it's so hard to cry,

for yesterdays

gone by,

and if i

could go back,

i'd give you

what i failed to,

but i'm a fool, to wish

because we never

had the chance

to begin with,

as we were

wounded, hopeless

by romance,

victims of it's third degree,

desperate in our need

to seek out a love

that would set us free.