Look Back

Long, tiresome... 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?