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Don’t think I’ve forgotten,
Don’t take my silence wrong—
There’s a tremble in my chest
Each time you cross my song.
I don’t know how to hold you
Without falling apart,
But there’s a thread that pulls me
Straight into your heart.
I feel the pull,
But I freeze in place—
There’s love in me
That I’m scared to face.
I still feel you when the night is long,
When the world is loud, but your soul feels strong.
I want to run, but I stay and hide,
There’s a storm in me I can’t confide.
Don’t think I don’t care,
It’s just I’m not there… yet.
Sometimes I dream of reaching out,
Of walking through that fear and doubt.
But I’ve lived too long behind this wall,
And I’m afraid to risk it all.
I see your light—it scares me too,
‘Cause I know it sees right through.
I want to come home,
But I’ve lost the map—
Still, you are the place
My soul looks back.
I still feel you in the quiet hours,
In the space between the wilted flowers.
Even when I vanish from your view,
It’s not escape—it’s what I do.
Not ‘cause I don’t care,
But I’m just not there… yet.
You are the fire,
You are the flame—
And I’m still learning how to carry my name.
If I come to you, let it be whole—
With steady hands, and a grounded soul.
I still feel you, and I always will,
Through every echo, every still.
If I return, let it be with grace,
No more shadows in my place.
But if I don’t, just know it’s true:
There’s no one else but you…
I still feel you.
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Don’t think I’ve forgotten,
Don’t take my silence wrong—
There’s a tremble in my chest
Each time you cross my song.
I don’t know how to hold you
Without falling apart,
But there’s a thread that pulls me
Straight into your heart.
I feel the pull,
But I freeze in place—
There’s love in me
That I’m scared to face.
I still feel you when the night is long,
When the world is loud, but your soul feels strong.
I want to run, but I stay and hide,
There’s a storm in me I can’t confide.
Don’t think I don’t care,
It’s just I’m not there… yet.
Sometimes I dream of reaching out,
Of walking through that fear and doubt.
But I’ve lived too long behind this wall,
And I’m afraid to risk it all.
I see your light—it scares me too,
‘Cause I know it sees right through.
I want to come home,
But I’ve lost the map—
Still, you are the place
My soul looks back.
I still feel you in the quiet hours,
In the space between the wilted flowers.
Even when I vanish from your view,
It’s not escape—it’s what I do.
Not ‘cause I don’t care,
But I’m just not there… yet.
You are the fire,
You are the flame—
And I’m still learning how to carry my name.
If I come to you, let it be whole—
With steady hands, and a grounded soul.
I still feel you, and I always will,
Through every echo, every still.
If I return, let it be with grace,
No more shadows in my place.
But if I don’t, just know it’s true:
There’s no one else but you…
I still feel you.
Work type Music
Tags narraciones, cuentos, antología, anécdotas, literatura
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Entry date Jul 2, 2025, 11:13 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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