I never want to find you.
You’re forever history,
But I’m still choking on the cinders
Of your long-lost memory.

The anxiety overcomes me,
The voices are annoying
Are they playing with my head?
Are they trying to control me?

They’re toying with my insides
And the way you make me feel.
Your hair falls on your face,
And you almost look surreal.

Your lips look like they’re coated
In chocolate surprise.
Your eyes are so deep
That I’m in natural highs.

Your words, your laugh
Your unobtainable smile
They all make me feel like
I should be in denial.

You’re too good to be true
But I can’t help but see
How whenever I look
You’re staring at me…

 
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