Linger

Casting spells in wishing wells
is not the way to go.
Throw back those locks
unchain your thoughts
Forget me where you ought-
to have taken me, caressing me,
holding me to this spot.

I want to expel this stain-
left in my brain,
a haunting love filled stroke,
You took the toke
Words left un-spoke,
still hiding in my memories.

Sentimental shadows dance upon walls of mercury in my mind-
You hold the stage.
I hold no rage,
just lonely lullabies.

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