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Reminiscent depression. |
Here in the light, your lips spell my name; The grass from the meadow tickles our ankles as we walk upon it. I recall your every breath as you smelled the fresh spring air; Along with its beauty that remains no more. Silently, you etch my name in the clouds you point to; Never glancing at the sun, for it could never compare to your brightness. A melody escapes your luscious lips and I can't help but think; Oh, to silence those precious sounds with my own. You turn to me and whisper, "You still love me, don't you?"; And I can't help but silence you for talking such nonsense. And now, after everything has turned deplorable; I close my eyes and what remains of my heart turns into ashes once more. I can see your face, clear and forever young; I can hear your voice--it's gentle tone, calling my name. I can feel your soft hands holding my calloused fingers once again; I can smell the sweet, lavender musk of your hair as well. And when I open my eyes once more; I can taste the saltiness of tears. Ah... these aren't yours; They're mine, aren't they? It was then that I realized something; Something important: You were the only person to love me like you did; But I never loved you back... Come back to me; I miss you...; But you can't come back, can you? ... ... ... Oh well, then... |