Days come n go as memories fall from the mind... Coming back around so often when alone in plain sight... Emotion changes when remembering the feel of what was to what is that sense to be a flip of a coin... Goin from being felt to what no longer fools the same void... As nights even listen in on the visual display imagined on the walls... Silhouettes dancing like shadows in the dark without a flame to talk... Silence holds the tongue of what was so fuckin wanted in a prior chapter trying to live... As lips at times can still feel the kiss that stole the hearts passion missed... N the bend at the turn some time ago shook what want good for self loose... Finding thoughts here n there round back around to create what they refused to do... With a luv that was said to be real... The point in laying in bed with no one near has somehow healed...
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