Pains of Sweet Memories II

Pains of Sweet Memories II

When the moon is lucent up in the sky, I yen for a long lasting talk which I could not behold your lips flapping endlessly at my presence.
I cuddle the air in your absence as I walk strangely at the dawn of the morning when I heard the words like syringe injected into my heart like quinine.
Grace and faith are sisters In disguise as grace gave me an atmosphere of pleasure for which faith gave me a reason to treasure every pleasure in you.
Now I realize memories are only but scars which heals the heart to cry in remembrance of Yourselfthe past.
They came too soon, yet you couldn’t tell me your leaving so soon, when I was in the woods trying to get us good food for the mood, now they call me a fool cause I talk absolutely to no one in the light of the moon, not know what am going through in the pains of loosing the one you choose.
Look how far you’ve gone, yet I could still sense your footsteps walking the isle in my sight.
Am lost in words, am lost in thoughts. They said am insane, but am just being plain so they don’t faint when they know you far gone.
Faith tells me your here, fate tells me to move on; not to forget and regret, but to stage a rage as to keep your memories activated within my existence and Beyond.

Sleep on my world!



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