Her face comes up when I replace my negative thoughts
All I could need simply fades
Distant, but still I know the scent of her where I can almost taste and feel
The senses are as real as when we dream
I do not suppress myself but allow to express in me that which comes from me
For if I retain it would end in eternal pain
This is not to obtain or gain but to make amends
To my heart for what my mind has done
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Her face comes up when I replace my negative thoughts
All I could need simply fades
Distant, but still I know the scent of her where I can almost taste and feel
The senses are as real as when we dream
I do not suppress myself but allow to express in me that which comes from me
For if I retain it would end in eternal pain
This is not to obtain or gain but to make amends
To my heart for what my mind has done
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