i run my hand up your flawless skin,
touch my fingers to your lips,
run my hand through your hair and pull you in,
we make love again,
and again i fall in love with you all over,
after a while you ask.
                         "is it all a lie?"
                         how could i lie about something so important?
                         i know you dont believe me when it is not a lie,
                         so i do lie.
"yes."
and i dont even get to see your retreating figure,
for i cant see anything from, the tears i shed for you.