Talented is the writer of songs
the miracle of my right or wrongs
He stood tall and held my hand
just friends between us, I'll understand

The strings of his guitar
never sounded so sweetly
The rhythm of his sorrow
held me completely

He started crying to the sound of his words
I held him close, I felt his hurt
He traced my arm and every hair
I touched his face, I broke his stare

He looked into my eyes and sought such comfort
Within moments he finally forgot her
I felt his breath warm up my lips
This feeling I craved, I'll always miss

I moved my head and his heart I listened
I held onto every beat existed
Through tangles of my hair, he weaved his finger
My long strands, I felt him linger

With one last attempt to breath my lungs
He held my jaw and detached everyone
We locked our words into one breath
Who would've thought love meant death
 
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