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Ben- Still Loving You
A faded glow string necklace hangs from the post upon my bed,
And leaves me in the dark just like the heart you left mislead.
I cannot wear your shirt as I drift myself to sleep,
So it’s in my own tank tops that I lay alone and weep.
I don’t know what you’ve done with the necklace I left you,
I hope your taking care of it the way I tried to do.
I pray for you each night and I think of you each day,
Although you live across the street you feel so far away.
I miss your sweet familiarity, the body I fit against,
In everything I do, I feel your soul’s presence.
Your scent drifts through the air when I feel like I forget,
And for some unspoken reason I haven’t given up just yet.
Whenever I am walking my mind drifts hopelessly to love,
And all the times we’ve shared, all the dreams that I’ve dreamed of.
All the memories float over me like clouds to do the wind,
I remember my arms around you in the pool when we would swim.
I remember the small ring of yellow in your eye,
I remember hoping that those blue denim eyes would never tell a lie.
Your selfishness is slowly eating all the good the lord has shared,
And it’s pushing love away, making your judgment left impaired.
I wish I could reach out and touch my palm onto your cheek,
But since you do not love me I think it better we don’t speak.
I imagine you sleep by my side, sometimes it makes me cry,
It really tore me up when you wished that you would die,
Please do not forget me, please do not regret,
I remember what your last words were, “my mind’s made up, I’m set.”