that past the words
the yells
the hugs
and the smiles
your heart beats like mine
maybe to a different beat
and your lungs fill with air
more or less
and we both burn
from love
in love
from hate
in hate
we are not really strangers
more like tourists
visiting your body with excitement and fear
taking in all the beautiful views
we are both villains
we are both heroes
we are both innocent victims
the burn of a touch
different tastes from different plates but our stomachs always fill
our souls on the other hand..................................................................
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