Why is it that our powerful foresight,
Is always looking backwards to obtain
A map we used before, some how more
right
Than last time, yet expect to dodge the
pain?
For when I saw you, I was overjoyed!
There was but one thing left for me to
do,
And yet the ghostly grasp of pasts
destroyed
Led me to only be afraid of you.
A chance has come and gone, been lost
to fear,
My thoughts for you, however, still
remain.
Yet still, the past whispers into my
ear
Reminding me of that repressed pain.
One day I hope that courage will take
face,
So that her ghost
with you I can replace.
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