When the Wall Breaks

When my shirt hit the floor,

The feeling of hate was no more.

This was just what I was looking for.

A time to forget, a time to remember.

Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.

Just close my eyes and live in the moment,

To act before we lose our momentum.

I don’t love, I don’t hate.

What you are is fate.

Giving me a moment,

To not torment,

But giving me fulfillment.

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