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 Oct 2012 Mendax
Vicious Ink
For You
 Oct 2012 Mendax
Vicious Ink
Maybe I’m sick of this honesty,
The anger goes straight to my head.
And this hope’s like a cancerous commodity
I’d rather just hate you instead.
But the dark yields to day,
And blind eyes never stray,
And we break with the weight
of what we couldn’t say.
Stolen moments
Can not last,
But you won’t forget the past.
Hide the guilt
Behind a mask
But I can’t forget the past.
Maybe I hate how you look at me,
With eyes telling truths you won’t speak.
And this heart’s like a sickness inside of me
I’d rather you just set me free.
But the day yields to night,
So we harbor this light,
And we mourn all the wrongs
That we couldn’t make right.
Didn’t answer,
Didn’t ask,
But you can’t forget the past.
Find forgiveness,
Make it fast,
Because I won’t forget the past.
Sometimes, you get hurt by someone who you just can't let go of. And sometimes, you get hurt too many times. This is for everyone who has ever wanted something they couldn't have, and never forgave the one who made them want it.
The days seem too short
The nights much too long
All those nights I cried,
only just to rest my eyes
Oh don’t you weep
For now my soul can truly sleep
Remember me, just remember me

Basking in the summer rays
Wasting away those lustful days
Remember our songs
Those lovely songs
We’d sing together all night long
Remember me, remember our bond

It's been quite some time now
Since I've seen that smile
Brighten up those eyes
'Cause I'm always here but never there
Just a whisper
and I'll appear
Remember me
Just simply me

All those yesterdays
and
Tomorrows never to be
Yes, that clock
That clock continues to ring
and a dream never dream t
is a dream best kept,
hidden deep inside
Time oh pesky time
Don't you always seem to slip by
Remember me, remember my life

Gaze away Oh beautiful star
How I wish you weren't so far
You must not seek
what it is that's blinding thee
That trickle of light
You see
It's slightly out of reach
Won't you just remember me?

© 2012 Christina Jackson
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

— The End —