Cont2.

I remember

A wooden dock

I used to wait for 

The mermaid of my heart

Though she ran every time 

I remember

Walking through the woods

Hearing her voice

Wanting 

Needing 

More than a voice

Just a peek

Only a glimpse

I remember 

How dark my soul

Used to be

No colors to keep

Me company

I wonder 

If she saw this

I wonder if she ran

Because of

My hate for myself

I wonder if it's gone

Or temporarily 

Hiding from view

I wonder how long 

It will be 

Before she runs 

Again

As I'm left to remember

Walking through the woods

Just for her

Just to hear her 

Voice

Oh I remember

That VOICE

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