The Blade of Your Memory
I still think about it.
Those moments when we were alone.
Stolen minutes spent together.
But now instead of joy.
Its just another slice on my heart.
From the blade of your memory.
Now instead of a smile.
Its a tear on my cheek.
Falling into the ocean I've made.
The passion I feel for you,
Is just another wound,
Inflicted on my broken body.
The love we shared,
Is just an illusion,
That we both pretend is gone.
And you still make my heart skip a beat.
But now the cause is pain,
Instead of excitement.
My sleepless nights,
Are spent thinking of you,
And wondering if your thinking of me.
My to bright days,
Spent pretending that I am happy,
With out you.
We act like we never existed.
Like our love never was.
But your memory is a blade to my throat.
And sometimes I wish it would end my life.
Those times when I catch you still looking.
And the times when I pass you in the hall.
Because those are the times,
When the blade of your memory
Cuts the deepest in my heart.
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