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Never Said-Never Heard
Lifeless stare, here I am, once again, looking in your eyes,
I'm always back, to see your beauty, feelings giving rise,
How can this be? How did this happen? When, how and why?
Did you escape my grasp, part from me, a past that makes me cry,
Once my love, once my drug, once the thing that helped me breathe,
Now your lost, gone from my world, I don't understand how this can be,
All that's left, all I have, is captured moments in a time gone by,
Wretched photos, blissful dreams, scattered memories that won't die.
My very first, the very beginning, the very end, you were my very last,
You made me who I am, changed my very future, pulled me from my past,
Yet here I am again, stuck in a moment, longing for what has passed,
To feel your touch, kiss your lips, this the only wish I have asked,
To hear your laugh, touch your skin, feel your gaze upon my soul,
This is all I need, This is all I want, to once again feel whole,
But I broke your shell, and you broke my wall, now I find we are broken,
So here I am again, looking at you, whispering unheard words unspoken.
I'm always back, to see your beauty, feelings giving rise,
How can this be? How did this happen? When, how and why?
Did you escape my grasp, part from me, a past that makes me cry,
Once my love, once my drug, once the thing that helped me breathe,
Now your lost, gone from my world, I don't understand how this can be,
All that's left, all I have, is captured moments in a time gone by,
Wretched photos, blissful dreams, scattered memories that won't die.
My very first, the very beginning, the very end, you were my very last,
You made me who I am, changed my very future, pulled me from my past,
Yet here I am again, stuck in a moment, longing for what has passed,
To feel your touch, kiss your lips, this the only wish I have asked,
To hear your laugh, touch your skin, feel your gaze upon my soul,
This is all I need, This is all I want, to once again feel whole,
But I broke your shell, and you broke my wall, now I find we are broken,
So here I am again, looking at you, whispering unheard words unspoken.
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