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When can I let go?
To each time I see the smile,
The movement of lips to joy,
Every single time I bleed out.

Watering eyes at the sight,
Your joy, your happiness,
Shared together,
And never more.

Each time is new,
Fresh, only moments ago,
Stuck in limbo,
Reliving perfection.

Are these feelings impurities?

Or is it that everything else,
The useless doings,
The mockeries of love,
The false smiles--

Nothing but a fractured image?

Each line, it grows louder,
Drain it out with music,
Only to realize!
Those memories fit it!

To each note on and on,
You are there,
Imprinted into each syllable,
Into each lyric and sound!

It is torment--agony,
Which I cannot live without;
To be without those memories,
And love for you--

Nothing anymore is left.

Try to escape,
Try to relive,
Reanimate,
Simply feel the same again!

However not is the case;
I am bound to fruitless efforts--
And the world of mine single.
Murder my hope.

All it does it whip me,
Force me,
Continue me,
Existence forward!

Cold, moist, dampened,
Little hole of a place,
Broken world fitting,
A place of solitude.

Frustration leads to,
Ends in that,
Destruction of all,
Self ending!

But it is not possible,
And cannot know, ever--
Do you love me?
Would you miss me?

And each time,
Each time I look,
It causes my heart,
To simply bleed out!

Prove to me,
Show me,
You do not miss it,
Memories gone.

Put my mind to rest,
And murder my heart,
Become imperfect,
And tell me the light has died.

But your smile!
The smile, the laugh,
The glee, the joy,
Surely it would--

Resurrect me from the dead;
For all ages I'll live on our love.

Gone or not.