A nod over a cry,
The truth over a lie.
A quiver of the lips over a frown,
To kiss lightly the dream away, and in it drown.
To hear your pursed smile whisper my name, for me to bask,
I see your silhouette glide across the room, and thats when you lower your mask.
Open your eyes, look at me,
In my hand, I hold yours.
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