Time
by Hot4Gerry
Mists of time erase memory’s clear recall
So that some things do not live on at all.
My Phantom, my ghost that man of mystery
The man who at last made me see ugly perfection in me.
Twisted mind and unsure youth,
Did sway me from the truth.
Blinded with wicked mastery of my soul’s unrest,
I left you my angel I failed your test.
Time drifts like mists in the wind,
Blown along knowing not where we all may end.
He lives on within my mind that ghostly haunting voice,
Luring me even in my dreams drawing me near, leaving me no
choice.
I burn, I yearn, my angel, my heart.
Why my angel were we destined to part?
Were it not for my weakness and fear,
Would you my love, my angel still be here?
Time can heal, time can distort,
But time my love will never, ever erase you from my heart.