Tradition, Touches, Beliefs
The
never-ending surfaces
The
endless words of belief
The
whispered promises
And
you with me
Traditions,
traditions, traditions
The
caresses that shock the world
The
world that shatters but doesn’t matter
The
walls of love holding on
And
you with me
Touches,
touches, touches
The
pain of losing self
The
hours of watery furnaces
The separated
but distressed walls of happiness
And
you with me
Traditions,
traditions, traditions
The
meshing of fingers
The hushed
yet screaming realms of passion
And
you with me
Beliefs,
beliefs, beliefs
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