Debt
Follow you in my mind it’s true
Concentration makes me blue
Always am I chained to regret
The loss of your beauty
An uncertain depth
I play in my mind a doll of you
Hug and squeeze like little girls do
And when I can see the unbleared world
The loss I incurred is echoed and heard
My stillness does wrath unseen
My dream a nightmare I moan and scream
My heart beats I feel in each a death
Like waking to find myself unblessed
Living the definition of obsessed
Seeking a way to revive this death
Gone, gone, gone says time
The never again has committed it’s crime
Emotion does torture the willing mind
What I do to myself is so unkind
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