surreal part 2
I am trap in this figment of your imagination of time
Locked up within this estrange delusion
Filled with bits and pieces and frames of my past
Eagerly holding that precious memory inside my mind
But it’s just a stream of random scenery that can’t be grasp or posses
But in the deepest corner of my heart it slumber
Giving me that feeling
Like the first time I ever felt that feeling of infatuation
Holding a woman’s chest and feeling her warmth for the first time
It’s like tiny volts of electricity crawling beneath my intellect
Down to the deepest corner of my heart waking up that
Deep-seated memory from slumber and taking me away again
From my conscious state to that bizarre place that made feel whole again.
And I wish I would never had to leave
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