How sad of a look on such a beautiful face.
I feel warmth, desire,..a rebellion is rising
Confused by the repeatable noise of a past so dark and gloomy.
I should not look back, I will not.
But the passion and love are irresistible
So I wonder...
One and two and three;
Memories just passing through
I should not look back I will not
But it calls and stares,
it takes my every breath
And I fight...I do...but....
How do you fight yourself
Do I look to Him and know it will be alright,
Or do I just trust?
But the smell, oh it's intoxicating ...
And they return,
one after another the memories rush back ...
and I'm powerless
I should not go back, but I look...
What will happen now?
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