there's no way to mute the voices sayin ilu that neva meant what they said... it'll haunt the hearts feel as the mind rolls over on moments that seem to be unspent... lost to the makin of mornings still intact awakening the calm of the truce... bringing to life the realization that luv cannot be forced to open up to the woos... echos search for the tenderness that hide the depths left behind... as the memory strikes up old moments that were unable to pull through time... n turning down the volume only turns up the feeling of the loss fighting the stillness of emotion settling on a different kinda vibe... caught to distract so relations can be dismissed somehow on the other side of the eyes... livin with the refusal of keepin the nights under a flame lit... somehow thoughts remind the sensitivity of opening up that the fade does indeed exist... there's a possibility that even though old luv'rs will be missed there's no way to exterminate the embedded pain they stole the joy in the rib... as layin in the dark the silence can hear them repeat how much u meant to them once upon a time ago... knowing you'll never go back to a friend that forgot who self is as home found a fold... feelin the book end chapter after chapter the wonder wanders back to the present as there's no one waiting to be felt... one cannot shut off what once was as misfortunes are dealt...
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