Below the surface, the noises rumble. An overlap of muffled screams. A thought escapes but another arrives. A feeling fleets to be replaced. A tortured soul but not yet torn. The silence fades. A faraway call awakes the dormant mind. And then it begins. A heart in turmoil; in constant fear. Nothing remains. What is lost is never regained. A consience struggles, but doesn't abstain.
I see your face. I push it away. I do not want it, but it returns anew. It's scrambled thoughts, all over the place. The echo of your voice. The echo of your pain. The echo of your loss. They haunt my day. And I want you still.
The face turned upwards. Those puckered lips. I see them always. I see them still. Those wandering eyes that rest on him. They linger still. I hear the echo. The shadowed lie.
The look that blames, and guilts me still. Those judging words, they echo still. I dream of you. You conquered my years. You stole my youth. You gave me what's precious, but you hurt me still.
And then there's you. I hold you now. I'll lose you then. I hear the echo. The echo of your love.
I see your face. I push it away. I do not want it, but it returns anew. It's scrambled thoughts, all over the place. The echo of your voice. The echo of your pain. The echo of your loss. They haunt my day. And I want you still.
The face turned upwards. Those puckered lips. I see them always. I see them still. Those wandering eyes that rest on him. They linger still. I hear the echo. The shadowed lie.
The look that blames, and guilts me still. Those judging words, they echo still. I dream of you. You conquered my years. You stole my youth. You gave me what's precious, but you hurt me still.
And then there's you. I hold you now. I'll lose you then. I hear the echo. The echo of your love.
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