A Savior

by CorruptedDreamer   Aug 10, 2005


He walks toward me
lips smiling
but his eyes are cold
he touches me
and i recite my mantra
"my beloved
on top of me
he will forgive me
he's my beloved"
while i lose myself
i think of other things
this is what i know
this is love
or so I'm told
he is my own
I'm sure
but why does he walk away
from everything I am
every time?
until i meet another
until i meet a savior
he will be it

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