Broken Mirror
To see your face one last time
Was all I ever wanted
To be in your arms again,
Feeling your warm embrace
But I am unable to be with you
To be with you is said to be wrong
But how come something that feels so right
is considered wrong

To see your face one last time
Was all I ever wanted
To be in your arms again,
Feeling your warm embrace
But I am unable to be with you
To be with you is said to be wrong
But how come something that feels so right
is considered wrong
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