The shadows in my memory are clearing
I know I loved you in times past
when freedom was the only option
why are you so closed with yourself?
Everything was like green fields in Springtime
I would walk and see beauty everywhere
I would sing your name
and the strangest things would remind me of you
Now the memories are like distant cries
or forgotten lyrics
they create an uncomfortable feeling
that makes me want to erase any memory of you at all
The song of our past is still sweet,
I remember it and smile,
but the now is like the discordant trills of a fallen bird
when you know the best option is just to kill it
rather than watch it die slowly.
vanished?
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