πŸ’˜ObsessionπŸ’˜

 

They are alive - dead,

Yet they live - they used to live;

In our hearts they live on;

On earth they've moved on.

 

 

πŸ’˜Oh lover of the wrecker,πŸ’˜

πŸ’˜I was, I am.πŸ’˜

πŸ’˜She was here a pest,πŸ’˜

πŸ’˜As a "pelter" - the fear of my glass house.πŸ’˜

πŸ’˜Making my heart grow fonder:πŸ’˜

πŸ’˜She left, I felt.πŸ’˜

 

 

As if death came in and took her!

I never even said I don't want her!

She just left,

And made my heart melt.

 

If ever her presence will come;

My hand owes her shoulders,

The throw of a punch

And my arms a warm embrace.

Hohpraize

 

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