You invade my thoughts
with the intoxicating
memory of our romance.
How tragic our love is
How mysterious and
unusual to love a
person you cannot be with.
And I wonder if I only
let you back inside
to remember what it
feels like to feel again.
I find the pain to be
a welcomed reminder why
I must never love again.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
You invade my thoughts
with the intoxicating
memory of our romance.
How tragic our love is
How mysterious and
unusual to love a
person you cannot be with.
And I wonder if I only
let you back inside
to remember what it
feels like to feel again.
I find the pain to be
a welcomed reminder why
I must never love again.
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