Greatness

Greatness
Your hands, cold, remind me of the terror I’ve felt—

And you, so beautiful in all your youth, sit before me,

Tears of happiness in your eyes, a smile on your mouth.

My lovely, never let us ever drift apart;

Please do mind my heart.

Run away, run away with me as we leave our lives behind—

For reality has not been kind, let us forge a new path

And release the deathly grip that holds us back.

My lovely, I fear we drift apart,

I feel it within my heart.

We could stay awake beneath the stars on summer nights,

Whisper secrets—forgotten dreams, worlds gone by.

If you would someday relinquish that deathly grip,

My lovely, I believe we remain apart

And it hurts, deep within my heart.

DannYetman

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