I still miss you for real
Can't measure how much,
I have to go on like this
Old times seem like minutes away.
The chance I get ; to the doctor
I want him to erase it all
Not even asingle memory left
if possible reboot my brain.
But when I think of you
it bears joy to thy soul
Much as its a Calvary to me.
But again it makes me sad
That you're not far
And not reachable.
Not with me and not within
Across my heart
Above my thoughts.
I rendered your position vacant
No competitor has stood successful
In the manner of duty.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
I still miss you for real
Can't measure how much,
I have to go on like this
Old times seem like minutes away.
The chance I get ; to the doctor
I want him to erase it all
Not even asingle memory left
if possible reboot my brain.
But when I think of you
it bears joy to thy soul
Much as its a Calvary to me.
But again it makes me sad
That you're not far
And not reachable.
Not with me and not within
Across my heart
Above my thoughts.
I rendered your position vacant
No competitor has stood successful
In the manner of duty.
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