And I could tell myself a thousand times
What I’m feeling isn’t there
I’d deny it coming up in any conversation
Bury it into a drawer
But, every night, whether I wish it or not
It’ll find it’s way out
Into my head
It shadows each and every dream
Thought
Feeling

And when it does
I’ll cry passion,
I’ll cry pain,
As endless as the stare of Rasputin
My eyes will seek no end
Or return, for that matter
My own moment of fantasy
I’ll hold onto it with every
Bit of strength
I hold

It’s been over a year now,
Not a thing to name that’s altered
It’s still you that I dream of
Endlessly upon days
Unceasing through the night
You remain the source of my breaks
My permanent scars
If it’s not your deep eyes I imagine
You appear crimson and dark
A pool of my remaining
Memories

Last time I verified,
I still felt piercing sensations
At the sound of your voice
And as I try to convince myself there’s no use
For my tears, to forget is undemanding,
In spite of everything,
My soul remains parted from my heart
That you possess.
I believe it’s still valid to say,
That regardless of any doubt,
Pain, or anguish,
You still linger as
The one
I love.
 
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