492 (28.10.2015)

There's no point in my thinking what to write,
For every thought I have revolves round you,
And even though you're far beyond my sight,
You stick around my mind like super glue.
It's not just pictures somewhere in my head,
But something that fills every part of me,
I try to see the world but there instead,
Is something of which I cannot be free.
So many years it's been like this and so,
I hardly pay that matter any heed,
There's parts of me that cannot let you go
And parts of me that quite like how I bleed.
I don't know why this love remains alive,
Or why it is that sorrow makes it thrive.

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