Could You Sing to Me Once More?

The feelings of your lips upon my skin will never fade.

The deep shadows of your claim shatter my torso,

reminding me of what once was an act of innocent love,

and now what is used to feed our hunger.

Was your love ever pure?

When your arms were around me, did you get nervous?

When our eyes met for the first time, did you feel that shock?

Could you sing to me once more?

I need your voice in my thoughts,

along with your almost forgotten face.

What is real love?

Was it what you taught me?

Is it that pure happiness I found within your icy blues?

That feeling of safeness I got in your presence?

I felt as if I were on top of the world.

Was our bond only felt from one way?

What am I supposed to do?