The Memories Always Come Back

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December 2012

I hate how the memories always come back,

yet she never does, her presence lacks,

my loneliness acts like a shield, a desire,

a place where i end up when you retire,

 

always in the end it returns in flashes,

memories both good and bad burn your mind to ashes,

the feeling i felt then will never be felt again,

maybe it's for the best i let us end,

 

demons in disguise pulling me towards her,

the devil himself giving me anything for her,

my mind chose to store her as a misplaced angel,

i just wish you'd retrace your steps, angel,

 

be you heaven or hell, the best thing about you,

was i felt both with you and neither without you,

maybe i shouldn't ever again be able to feel,

like heaven or hell were both very real.

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