Waiting for the Soul's Gate
To open up and fill my cup
How is it
That one had to wait until 28
In order to feel love flow from their souls gate.
Why is it
That when I look to another they don't match
The way you made me feel, like a perfect catch.
What can I do
When I drive through your hometown and still choke
The memories sail in out of the fog and smoke
Where could I go
To escape this emotional undertow
So that I may breathe without feeling you with each inhale
Reliving each kiss like it was a fairy tale
Who can compete
With the man who showed me affection
When everyone else assumed me infectious
When will this fade
These cycles of longing for your intoxicating pain
The pain where I gave you all of me
And you wouldn't even let me in.
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