Retreating

Your long back, retreating
And your eyes; frozen, silver storms
Burning, like blue flames
Piercing me, they see right through me

Dying and sleeping and laughing and weeping
Doesn’t really matter if you sink or if you swim
Ever do you see me, hot and cold and greedy
My heart calls out to yours, but there is no reply

And you leave me
Your long back, retreating
But I still feel it

Your hands have left imprints where my soul used to be
And lips and tongue and teeth have left their mark upon me
Water cannot cool me, words cannot console me
Your voice still echoes, but there is no reply

And you leave me
Your long back, retreating
But I still miss you

Because how can you say that anyone would be lucky
How can you say that I’m beautiful and lovely
How can you say that I’m everything you say I am
And still not want me?

And how can you say that you trust me oh, so much
How can you say that you have such warm feelings
How can you say that you don’t want to see me hurt
And still not love me?

And so you leave me
Your long back, retreating
And your eyes; frozen, silver storms
Burning, like blue flames
Piercing me, they see right through me

But I still want you site down .

Sipa already offers dual degrees in partnership with sciences po paris, the london school of economics and political science, lee kuan yew school of public policy at the national university of singapore, essays online and hertie school of governance in berlin

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