Laid on top of every uncovered sheet is a lie. 

Allowing our bodies to strike with sweet melodies
We collide, I just want to keep you close to me tonight

We have the time,
Then we realize…

This is wrong.

We slide across the universe
Acting like friends,

And nothing more.

But obviously more than friends…

© Out of Line by Blanche Gonzalez
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