This is where you lose yourself
In moments unforeseen
The grayest areas of real life
Are messy, never clean
Prepare you can, but all in vain
You're defenseless at the most
Real love is like a drug
You're addicted to a ghost
Coming back for another hit
Take off some of the edge
Only to to give you just enough
To move you from from the ledge
The ecstasy you feel from it
Tangible? Not the least
It’s elusive, it’s damn near perfect
For the romantic, its a feast
A feast of platters overflowing
With flavors, sights, and sense
Means never having to speak of us
In the memory, in past tense
So grasp it tight, enjoy the ride
It may not last quite long
And someday you’ll have nothing but
The writings and the song.
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