That song, that sound, that scent or that sight, all human senses bring her lost form into light. Opening the eyelids, momentary ocular bliss... Then a peculiar feeling arises, something amiss.
In the heat of the moment, you melt and you remold, a new form, a heretic from tales long ago told. Soon the conflict begins anew, oh this battle so old.
Armor aged past is shine, tears soon wash away the grime, lost in darkness rolling, this journey recalled, the rumbling roar so foreboding... Dark clouds upon the horizon, a former love I lock my eyes on
There will be no winners, no losers, just participants, we chose us, no outside force could create such disturbance, disturbing as street corner suicide, I'm mere holding on until the brightest of sunrises through the blackest of evenings, the new morning upon which we let this die, an eternal sense of permanence... Oh I fear that day shall never arrive. Though through positive thought I strive, a better man, my heart alive. Above all negatives.
Love doesn't merely end, unfourtunatly in this circumstance,
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