πObsession
They are alive - dead,
Yet they live - they used to live;
In our hearts they live on;
On earth they've moved on.
πOh lover of the wrecker,
πI was, I am.
πShe was here a pest,
πAs a "pelter" - the fear of my glass house.
πMaking my heart grow fonder:
πShe left, I felt.
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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