Him

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My mind races;
My heart paces.
Remembered faces;
Packed suitcases.

I yearn for his voice,
His warmth,
His time,
His intelligence,
His perfect personality,
And his undying lust.

Perfect as ying and yang,
Our hearts severed by another.

Ying grows weak;
Yang does seek;
Tigers killing lions;
Lions must resist.

Welcome to the masquerade!
That's just red paint
Splattered on my mask.
Illusion of the mind;
Time can not wait.

Nay, not a story of revenge,
But a facade I wear
To hide my false hope
And the confusing pain
That streaks red tears.

Desiring a lost soul,
Dancing with another.
He danced with me brief;
Found another in the crowd.
Got lost on his way did he,
And his 'nother do stay.

I am lost as now;
A bird in a cage;
Clipped wings fly no more.

Bars of anguish
Hold my happiness
Of finding One Love.

For him and I
Would've danced eternity
If rekindling old spirits
Were a mere pastime,
And else nevermore.