Treasure Island

LOVE_AND HATE_ Lyle Ashwyn Holland

(22-JUNE-1989 / RIVERLEA, JOHANNESBERG, South Africa)

'My Immortal'


This is All I Know...
She haunts my conscience,
Through the roads we traveled on,
So long ago...

All the places we've been together,
And everything similar of its kind.
Other girls get compared but don't matter,
I only see illusions of her before my eyes.

But mostly music in relation to feelings, experiences and memories once shared.
She's so bitter, selfish and brutal now,
Almost hard to believe she once cared.

I still smell the scent of her hair,
And perfume she used to wear.

I still feel her presence,
waiting to see her next second...

I still see her smile,
Feels like she's been next to me all the time.

As if she's Still encouraging me,
To be the best I can be.
But its only in my mind, I can't set her free.

She is of significant importance,
Immune to distance, silence or death.
The reason Insomnia clouds my head...
With thoughts of regret.
So Even In bed, I have no rest.

She is of significant importance,
My Immortal.♡

Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013

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