Echoing across
I lost control to my self control,
went crazy, went to the edge and let go,
past a dream, through a cloud to a mirrors view,
chasing everything away except for you.
I lost myself to aware by being aware,
remembering, reliving memories we shared.
Deflecting, reflecting from distorting my view,
watching myself pick and choose what is true.
I lost ground losing my ground
reaching for, stretching for the sounds,
repeating, echoing across a thoughts view,
and now I'm sitting thinking of you.
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Comments2
Obcessive preoccupation that comes with seperation or loss. Touching
That's the thing; after all the mental gymnastics you ended up still thinking of your lover. Nice, true.
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