I used to dance on the wings of love
Were pain was a distant memory
Were my heart would beat to the rhythm of his
As we run through life’s uncertainty
My hand would slip into his
As he lead my through my demons
Carrying me through the grief
And sheltering me from pain
His body on mine
His lips upon my skin
A perfect fit, intertwined as one
I was captivated
Whole heartedly in love
Until I realised I was lying to myself
Wishing, wanting, longing
That he would make me feel this way.
