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I'm writing a song for a person I don't know anymore
scribing cursive glyphs with living soul, this is the only way I can remember you
Although my memory is fading I know that I must know you
but every time I sit to remember, something slips my mind
A touch felt lighter than air
I reach for you suddenly but no one is there
and is it you that takes ahold of my mind?
or some sort of dried and shriveled up shrine
to someone I knew and someone I loved
your face cannot fade but the feeling still does
And I want to remember the things that we shared
but I reach for the shelf and a book that's not there
Do I remember you? sound and sincere?
or are you an image for me to revere
a broken down coffin that is littered with dust
as I scramble through frantically trying not to combust
what more do I owe you and why should I care
when I wanted to see you there was nobody there
and who betrayed me
who left me to die
who pierced through my flesh no remorse in their eye
what more do I owe you when all that you do was created to hurt me
to kill me to-
I lay down my paper
my pen and my ink
I look down with horror and my stomach starts to sink
a hand shaking quickly with tears in my eye
I'm beginning to hate you and I don't know why
I'm afraid and alone in my prison of words
I would speak to you sweetly if only you heard
but you are long gone
somewhere out in the mist
so I will call to you softly and hope you aren't remiss