Rift Of Nostalgia

Every time I saw you my heart would break
When I heard you my body would shake
Is it a curse or gift?
I fear there is a rift
Your pain is what keeps the dead awake

Nostalgia invades my thoughts

Every time I’d touch you glass would shatter
Then something tells me it did not matter
How I act towards you
Is not anything new
Your rift disintegrates with a clatter

Nostalgia works its way out of me

Every time is anytime
When and wherever
Was the rift of nostalgia.

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