A. E Loewer

I do not remember you as you were
only as what you became
I cannot recall fond memories of you
but only ones that bring me pain
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Impossible is nothing
When there’s a hole in the space
Your heart should be
When you’ve felt too much
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It has finally hit me
like a slap in the face
its caught me where I am
and taking me away from this place
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sometimes I feel
as though I don't feel at all

I can't reach my thoughts
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There was silence
in my heart
And for a moment
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I would live in your love
In the shade of your tree
I’d lie in your warmth
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I miss the way I used to feel when I was with you
When everything else was lost
Confused
I knew you
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it's a comfort
and excitement
blended to perfection
beneath the blissful rays
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when I wake
the day's before me
my eyelids shut
like coffin lids
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Golden beads, off the lake
Sunrise down, shadows cast
Crickets chirp, stars above
You and I alone at last
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It broke until the pieces lay in parts no longer recognizable
in dust upon the floor
No more what they once were
No more what it had been
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I would race you to the end
A race it has become
A facade of lesser feelings
A race I have not won
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In a sense
others know your face
far better than you ever would
for with their own eyes, they can see past
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If I only saw my hand
in its mirrored reflection
would I truly see my hand?
in simply looking at its reflexive image
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