Ten years from now,
you will be holding another hand,
caressing someone else's cheeks,
sleeping next to another girl,
kissing another pair of lips.
But as you do this,
I promise,
She will look into your eyes and realize,
that your eyes don't reflect her face,
and your touch, cold,
that your laughter never reaches your eyes,
that she doesn't make your pulse race.
Ten years from now,
no matter how hard you try,
she will realize that its only your body
that's making love to her,
and that your heart is a million miles away,
beating in someone else's chest,
bleeding in someone else's ink,
awake in someone else's dream.
Ten years from now,
it will still be me;
writing of you;
with love;
in silence;
from a far.
Steffi
#copypaste #heart
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