A Ruined Plan
Our skin touchesLightly
As the flame
From the match
Burns out
We laugh together
Into the night
In the hopes that
No one will ruin this
That God doesn't have another plan
No one will ruin this
Our hands brush
As they part
As we do
To never speak again
We scream to the sky
In the hopes that a God
In the hopes that anyone
Anyone
Will hear us
Anyone at all
Where did we go wrong?
What did I do that made you run?
Who can I be to get you to stay?
Just
Just please come back to me
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