Oublier
While time keeps repeating;
We stand in a flock of hearts that one day will stop beating.
And although you cannot see me
Without a doubt, you are gleaming.
Sadly, a new time has come.
A site full of change
Which began in your face;
Looking better than before,
It is you I adore
A beaming in your false smile;
Unsound is what it really meant
Right or wrong, it no longer mattered.
Gazing around,
Realizing I lost my favorite sound
Twas the sound of your laugh
Your face was full of bliss
And the tokens in your eyes,
Caught me right by surprise.
She spoke a language that only you understood
Anything that had to do with me you just never could
Your gleeful moment held my moment of despair
My heart is something thou cannot repair.
Yank the bloody cacoon upon thy chest
Well timed my life is,
God now wants me to rest.
I had a desire to look at you once more;
You were once my world that caused nothing but danger;
So I do not owe a look to a world that sees nothing but a stranger.
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