In The Back Of My Mind *10.13.08*
It's in the back of my mind.
I'm trying to push it away,
But I still love him.
It's hurting me everyday.
You make me so happy.
That's why I want to be able to let him go,
But in the back of my mind I know
This just isn't so.
It's wrong, I know
But sometimes when you hold me tight,
In the back of my mind I wish
It was him making everything alright.
Yes I know he hurt me
But love has made me blind.
In the back of my mind I wish
Time could just rewind.
To when me and him were together.
When he made me feel like you make me feel.
In the back of my mind I know
What me and you have will never be real.
I know I told you I'm over him
But lately I've been seeing it's not true,
and in the back of my mind I know
I just can't love you.
It's in the back of my mind.
I'm trying to push it away,
But I still love him.
It's hurting me everyday.
You make me so happy.
That's why I want to be able to let him go,
But in the back of my mind I know
This just isn't so.
It's wrong, I know
But sometimes when you hold me tight,
In the back of my mind I wish
It was him making everything alright.
Yes I know he hurt me
But love has made me blind.
In the back of my mind I wish
Time could just rewind.
To when me and him were together.
When he made me feel like you make me feel.
In the back of my mind I know
What me and you have will never be real.
I know I told you I'm over him
But lately I've been seeing it's not true,
and in the back of my mind I know
I just can't love you.
'Tis eight miles out, and eight miles in,
Just at the break of morn.
'Tis ice without and flame within,
To gain a kiss at dawn!
Far, where the Lilac
Hills ariseSoft from the misty plain,
A lone, enchanted hollow lies
Where I at last draw rein.
Midwinter grips this lonely land,
This stony, treeless waste,
Where East, due East, across the sand,
We fly in fevered haste.
Pull up! the East will soon be red,
The wild duck westward fly,
And make above my anxious head,
Triangles in the sky.
Like wind we go; we both are still
So young ; all thanks to
Fate!(It cuts like knives, this air so chill,)
Dear God! if I am late!
Behind us, wrapped in mist and sleep
The Ruined City lies,
(Although we race, we seem to creep!)
While lighter grow the skies.
Eight miles out only, eight miles in,
Good going all the way;
But more and more the clouds begin
To redden into day.
A
nd every snow-tipped peak grows pink
An iridescent gem!
My heart beats quick, with joy, to think
How I am nearing them!
As mile on mile behind us falls,
Till, Oh, delight! I see,
My Heart's Desire, who softly calls
Across the gloom to me.
The utter joy of that
First LoveNo later love has given,
When, while the skies grew light above,
We entered into Heaven.
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