Path of Realization
Every lone hour I walk countless strides,
Towards the house you lived in years ago,
Only to find all the lowering tides,
Allowing all the pain and scars to show.
You left nothing but memories behind,
To rot in that dilapidated house,
But to those memories I have been twined,
And their immortality makes them rouse.
I keep on looking for you in my mind,
But you are nothing more than a specter,
And you are just impossible to find,
Our love is no longer a sweet nectar.
It is time for me to boldly move on,
Hopefully I’ll be over you by dawn.
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