I feel her calling out to me.
From the depths of my brain.
Her face I can no longer see,
And it fills me with such pain.
She is clothed in beauty and splendor,
Filling me with curiosity.
Her silky hands, I do remember,
Would always embrace me.
She wears a cloud of wonder,
And it goes where she goes.
Until that day of thunder,
When we reach the end of the road.
I remember how she’d softly sing,
Her melodies hold me tight.
Wrapping me with warmth,
Through all the lonely nights.
I feel her still here with me,
Though her face is now just a memory.
Yet, I still long to see,
Everything that she used to be.
I want to pull her back to me,
And keep her there forever.
But I can’t.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
I feel her calling out to me.
From the depths of my brain.
Her face I can no longer see,
And it fills me with such pain.
She is clothed in beauty and splendor,
Filling me with curiosity.
Her silky hands, I do remember,
Would always embrace me.
She wears a cloud of wonder,
And it goes where she goes.
Until that day of thunder,
When we reach the end of the road.
I remember how she’d softly sing,
Her melodies hold me tight.
Wrapping me with warmth,
Through all the lonely nights.
I feel her still here with me,
Though her face is now just a memory.
Yet, I still long to see,
Everything that she used to be.
I want to pull her back to me,
And keep her there forever.
But I can’t.
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