A Cyclic Heartache | Michael Angel Loayza Jr.
It’s like a wave that washes upon me,
The painful sight of your face,
The precious memories we once had,
The past is all I could taste;
Grateful of all the memories
But attachment sheds these tears,
My fears come as projections
As I reminisce all of the years;
Loneliness becomes an enemy
When you fear your every thought,
Solitude becomes a prison
When you dig a torturous plot;
It takes work to leave the present
And it is truly effortless to live –
So why must I take this heartache
And give and give and give?
If it’s your pain I feel then I release you,
I beg you no longer to stay;
We’ve made mistakes,
Our souls, they ache,
But our minds no need to play;
Sleep tight, my little angel –
For you no longer exist;
Sleep tight, my little angel,
For it is time to rest in bliss.
Do you ever look to the same bright star in the sky?
Does your heart skip a beat when you remember the look in our eyes?
I’ve gone through this life alone, by myself but not for from home;
I’ve chosen to life in solitude bliss,
Sheltered by the love of what heaven truly is;
I’ve ventured through the purgatory scattered throughout my mind;
I’ve dined in paradoxes and evaded endless time –
When the stars fall and they’re in your view
And passed memories haunt the few,
May you always remember that I will always love you and the times we had,
I love the memories enough to take the good with the bad –
It is how you left us that now remains a bitter taste,
It is in the sleeping our when I’m haunted by your warm embrace;
Writing in darkness needs no light,
I need no vision to flow out all of my might;
While the clouds move and I speak to her beauty,
While my tears fall as gratitude is its duty;
I’ve always loved and admired but now I had to train to forget,
To be in the moment and not to venture into what is not yet –
When I wish for love I now hold my own embrace,
I find myself in nature and the tribe of the welcoming face –
The sun shines bright along with your infectious smile,
Memories then bring a grounding state as clarity stays for a while –
As every beginning comes to an end,
Nature’s flowers will eventually bloom again.
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