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Walking these foul stenched streets at night bring's to me the memory of the love i once had for you. As i thumb through pages of a story we once were in and recall how it seemed to be a tale that had no end written out or read aloud Despite this relationship only being fueled by the moon light. having those few but memorable late night conversations under soft colored street lights only bright enough for the both of us is where i felt at home. Once that bulb along with my hope burnt out, I was left to walk these foul stenched streets alone. Reminiscing of the love I once had for you and wanting to keep but sense love has no pl

As I write this, you and all your beauty are no more than a few feet away. I feel a connection now but once the song has ended and the sun has resin I'll be reminded how far apart from each other we really are. The thought of never being one with you is not as painful as my words would lead to believe. I know I would only corrupt the virtue I see in you. I have made you a unattainable goal for which all others will be compared to and fall short of at no fault of their own. I assume I want the tragic ending I convinced myself that my love life will possess. I just want to hand pick "The one who slipped away" even if you never realized it. So t

I don't write much any more but when I do. It all ways seems to revolve around you and what you meant in my life. Trust me I've tried so hard to forget about the person you are and there have been many times when I think I have. But once I'm left alone with my thoughts and the dark cold truth  of who I am and once was my heart and soul resort back the point in my life with you. Back when optimism was waking up to your smile, music was your laugh, and that perfect sound was you calling my name. Just having such a perfect being acknowledge my existence and have me be apart of hers was a experience I never thought I would have. Time did not exis