Silent Yearn

September 26, 2015

I long for your voice to speak to me

For I cannot hold my breath much long before I weep

How could this be, was our parting meant to be?

It's been a while since I saw you, at last

My sorrow has declined but it still stings when I see you pass

Like a person that died from the past

Now only appear as a phantom that I see

This was not how I imagined you and I to be

We were supposed to be dear friends

But I guess I messed up in the beginning from the first end

I long for your voice to speak to me

For I cannot hold my breath much long before I weep

How could this be, was our parting meant to be?

As my heart races through the mind to relive memories

So quick but yet my mood becomes unease

The sound of thumps grow ever loud and fast

Can't help but wish for a spell to cast

So I could fix the mistake in the past

Too bad the magic is gone along with the past

... Is there still any chance to make it last?

Before our paths run its last gas?

I long for your voice to speak to me

For I cannot hold my breath much long before I weep

How could this be, was our parting meant to be?

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