“All my what ifs are haunted by you.”
Still hanging about
Despite my clandestine efforts
To hide what's so clearly seen
My bones are aching
For the touch of my lost love
As I am sitting at the dining table
With a full appetite for solitude
My mind wanders off
From the sweet sweet meadows
To the devilish of places
The dark alley of illusion
And I start thinking
Memory must be the greatest curse
Given to the human beginnings
How could just remembering
The way your lips move
Hurt so much?
I tell myself
Could have beens
Would of beens
Are as vicious as
Truths within lies
Allies within spies
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