Come to me again,
Come over here one time.
I beckon you,
Show your form,
The shape of divinity.
A dealer of life,
A dealer of everlasting pain.
You’ve left a lasting feeling,
Many ghosts in your wake.
I have been haunted,
Many dreams, tainted.
Blood now soaks my pillow,
Not my tears of sorrow,
Nor the tears of pain.
This candle seems to forever smolder,
Even though i wish it out.
I want nothing of you but my soul.
The piece given up,
Not a gift,
But a favor.
Part my fault,
But hope of something blinding.
My wish for healing confusing.
No, nothing is felt.
Anger towards a being,
Not deserving of a troubled curse,
Not knowing of this conversation.
But directed toward her heart.
The one that reached out to me,
And I deflected many signals,
Fought off many blows.
A great thing left for dead,
Now seems to resurrect without thinking.
It can never reawaken,
Not to its full extent.
Only reach out from few shadows,
left in the workings of a complex mind,.
Only one get through and got an answer.
With that she makes the connection,
The power for the light.
Soon enough the shadows may fade,
The woman’s ghost shall leave.
The Love once felt may still stay,
But still thought lust it has been explained.
Now a true Love holds a stand.
Not moving, having the upper hand.

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