They hang between us in the air
but neither of us gave them life.
Theres a red viel for us to share
but in the way is a wall, of fear, of strife.
We have to trust we feel the same,
that when the words come alive,
we'll both breathe into them, in no feign.
and to keep them living, we must promise to strive.
You could always turn and walk away,
theres always a risk, our love will turn grey,
if i say the words, neither of us can say,
Then, i'll be too afraid to beg you to stay.
Ex
-EJ
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