I have forgotten how many times I loved you
It’s always the same. I bury us in oblivion because we never were. But we always rise and haunt my mind. So I daydream of our phantom love.
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Others never stay; they don’t like wearing your face. They never do it justice. So I lay us to rest again just for a little while. Until I see your hair. Or hear your voice. Or just your name. And I love you again, just like last time.