There you stood behind the glass panel,
Staring, just staring, as if I were a stranger.
Your body language seemed foreign,
No longer the one we both spoke.
Your hands weren't still,
Much like a child's.
I yearned to cup them within my own,
To make you feel my heart's skipping beat...
A beat to a song you no longer could hear.
You are deaf in my world now,
Oblivious to my harmonious tunes,
Ones I only broadcast for you.
You are blinded by shadows,
Those of angels with broken halos.
Can you hear their inner demons?
They speak a cold tongue
To freeze your doubts.
Save yourself while you still can,
Before the ground turns soft
And swallows you in the sand.
 
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