But the door is locked.

The leaves fall. The days are short.

The coldest months are always the hardest.

I am sleepless. Missing the warmth of his spirit.

Peaceful recollections of when he knew me then

There is no better feeling than falling in love with his mind.

Love on the brain.

“Whatever our souls are made of, him & mine are the same.”

I’ll knock not once not twice more But the door is locked.

I can’t remember who I was but my heart was wistful then

In Truth Lies one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Destiny renders flecks of hope.

I can’t give up. I must keep searching.

I must keep trying. I am no hapless victim of the game.

I see him every night the moon shines,

My eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.

Todos estamos buscando la copa de la vida.

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