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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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