Beam of the Limelight

The silence of your animosity haunts my senses;
its turbulent sound causes me to step out of
the beam of the limelight. Your way of loving me
also means having to look back on the ticklish
life that I used to live.

I love you yet I no longer want to love you
I miss you yet I no longer want to see you

Oh God, why can't I forget thee?
Oh God, how can I show it to thee?
If shadows of malevolence haunts me on and on?

My dreams are getting brighter, as if Monroe's
coming my way. And the exquisiteness of the stars --
thinking I'm one of them, in the midst of constellations.

But wait... there's more!

The silence of your animosity haunts my senses;
its turbulent sound causes me to step out of
the beam of the limelight.

Is there anything that I should ask for?




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