Hold Of Love's Past...Keep Of Love's Present

The shadow of the past looming in the present;
Is it there or just in my head??
Opening my eyes I feel his presence;
His lust for you fills my head.

Awaiting your voice to call me home;
Response not found, reprose denied.
The shadow of love past maintains it's hold;
Wanting to question it, knowing not to pry.

Shall I question thee instead;
The shadow bound to no recourse.
Shall I keep it all in my head;
My mind being it's own sinister source.

Clasping my head tightly in my grasp;
Screaming inside just to stay quiet.
Screaming silently, "It is in her past...";
Screaming at my heart, "Let my logic be the pilot."

She holds me tightly to her when we meet;
Her past forgotten in the moment.
The shadow lingers locked in the keep;
My head at ease in the heart's lost moment.

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