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When the breeze sweeps by and bristles your neck,
does your pulse pause and suddenly seize?
Do you remember my breath blowing past your ears?
That closet couldn't contain more memories.
Did you shove them away in the darkest, dirtiest corners?
Under your bed isn't where I'm supposed to be.
Did you leave them behind to ruin and rot?
These skeletons are fighting to be free.
The corpse of what we called love is long gone,
I hold the ashes to try and keep them warm.
Is it foolish to hope for a phoenix and flame?
Sometimes I still feel the butterflies swarm.
I dream they are the kind that never die,
that eggs were laid in your lungs before you went away.
I dream that if we ever see each other again,
they swell and hatch so you have sweeter words to say.
I never meant to make you hate me,
I guess my greatest mistake was gripping too tightly.
Some said the longing would slowly subside,
I wonder if your head does somersaults nightly.
Tumbling through times when a silent smile still mattered,
lingering in life when pages weren't tear-splattered.
Copyright © 2010-2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
does your pulse pause and suddenly seize?
Do you remember my breath blowing past your ears?
That closet couldn't contain more memories.
Did you shove them away in the darkest, dirtiest corners?
Under your bed isn't where I'm supposed to be.
Did you leave them behind to ruin and rot?
These skeletons are fighting to be free.
The corpse of what we called love is long gone,
I hold the ashes to try and keep them warm.
Is it foolish to hope for a phoenix and flame?
Sometimes I still feel the butterflies swarm.
I dream they are the kind that never die,
that eggs were laid in your lungs before you went away.
I dream that if we ever see each other again,
they swell and hatch so you have sweeter words to say.
I never meant to make you hate me,
I guess my greatest mistake was gripping too tightly.
Some said the longing would slowly subside,
I wonder if your head does somersaults nightly.
Tumbling through times when a silent smile still mattered,
lingering in life when pages weren't tear-splattered.
Copyright © 2010-2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
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Stumbled on love in the dark
Was afraid to try but afraid to never know
What it feels like to be loved♫ If We Ever - David Guetta ft. Makeba
That was one of the songs I was listening to around 2am in the morning last year around this time of year when I first realized what I was feeling, while talking to him. When I hear these songs again, it always takes me back to what is all gone now.
Moving forward, always moving forward.
The time has come.
This muse makes his final mumbles in my mind.
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