Preservation

Clinging onto each strand of memorabilia
I pray that even our last words... Have an eternal effect, and constantly echoes within my mind
Just the fact that I can easily reminisce, on your mellow tone
Keeps me, within grasps of sanity... But somehow, I always realize that
Reflection forces me to confront the mirror on the wall on who is the most regretful of them all
My intuition is foggy and my judgement, ironically was cleary cloudy.
The afterlife might occur before my time expires...
I cannot stand alone now that Ive felt the emotions that come from being accompanied
Sadly, now even the OPPURTUNITY of a second chance at life with you... has ventured out of the realm of capability.
I crop out the the corruptive allegories... and insert what I can recite from of our Better Days...
I've ressurrected my religion and invoked and interrogated the Most High on His descision to make us part ways....
Its only be eight days.. but its left my world on its side...
So thats why it seems like these 8 have been eternity.





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