Carcass

Images of you in my mind,
Churn up illusions of a different kind,
Some sober, some unrefined
Snapshot to snapshot, well affined

Your eyes, of much gravity and allure,
Your lips, attract many a thought impure,
Your touch, it slowly conjures
The very soul of mine, my faith cure.

You don’t see me like this though,
All of me, you did outgrow,
And while you walk away with another beau,
You leave me nothing, but an everlasting woe.

And so on these cold evenings,

Images of you, they assault my mind,
Churning up emotions of a different kind..
I snap back with a startle and find,
Alas you remain, as a figment of my feeble mind.

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