The Truth Inside

He pressed against my rebel lips in vain,
And they rose up to be pressed again,

He tries to notice he is not in love,
That this angel has not been sent from above,

His frosted heart stings so sweetly,
While I love him from afar discreetly,

How can he be as intimate as love but as cold as death?
Destroying her more with every single breath,

In him she has put her trust and faith,
Surely she's not just another mistake,

Both of us have dreamed of a love we can be still for,
In eachother we have finally found a soul we can adore.