Feeling helpless before my own heart,
Unable to tear these feelings apart;
A love long gone still walks beside,
Like a shadow memory cannot hide.
Perhaps illusion holds me still,
Breaking me slowly against my will;
Was it wrong to love so deep,
That even now those echoes keep?
Once it felt like heaven’s light,
Now thoughts of it ache through the night;
The same sweet love that brought me peace
Returns as pain that will not cease.
I was true—was that my mistake?
To give more than a heart should take?
I let it go, I ask for none,
Yet my heart lingers when all is done.
And there I stand, quiet and apart
Helpless… before my own heart.
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