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Haunted by the past I am
Seeing a ghost
Agonizing me
Denying me the sleep I seek
Angry I could get
Yet I dare not
For she who haunts my memories
Is the one I loved
And still do, I fear
Or else, would I be haunted by her?
She is gone, away from me
Since long ago
She left, I understood why
I thought I'd get over her
It felt like it
But as time passed
It only ever got worse
And when as I lay to fall asleep
A face appears behind my eyes
And as I try to think of other stuff
The memories invade
And when I feel the memories
I do not want to stop
Since as they hurt, these memories
They give back what I have lost
The best my life has shown me yet
These memories contain
And for I wish I'd have it back
I cannot help but stand the pain
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Conceived some time ago late in the night upon admitting to myself that sleep wouldn't come if I wouldn't ban something from my mind.
© 2016 - 2024 Eliza-Thorvalds
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Those damned memories persist.... I relate. They invade my dreams and make nights hard.