Face it
Location
I have a collection of your clothes,
In a place no really goes
And the memory of your face,
In a more important place
Somewhere in my heart, it shows
In a place that no one ever goes
It screams, in it's own silent way, and
I can hear a bitter wine
"Leave run, you've had your fun."
And I know my time is done
A cold truth, I am well aware
I quickly forget when my fingers touch your hair
I care, and I can't stop,
Going to that place with the memory of your face
A blackhole,
A combination of your love and my soul
And no one ever goes,
Because no one really knows
Of the memory of your face,
In the most sacred of a place
Where your love meets my soul,
A never ending blackhole