On Past Ghosts

I'd cry a thousand times in silence before id shed a tear in front of you
Words in my mind ill quiet down, not a chance you'll see them across my mouth pass through...

Ive had not a moment of regret but many of sorrow thinking that i could have had you today but didn't out of fear of what would have been tomorrow
So how is that everytime your face blooms out of nowhere into my every aching thought, I receive it, not only with rejoice, but with eagerness to see what memory you have brought, relentless of the fact that it may not be sugar to sweeten present times, but a salt to ru in my clearly open wounds, Wounds that you have caused.

It all started with a faint smile you threw unknowingly my way. but which with you successfully managed to send cupids arrow across my heart forever making it bleed, now undying, but weak. It makes my once silent soul dare to speak. My lips to unfold and secrets reveal, my heart ending up more open than before. careless though, of those around letting words flow, which were a day ago not found, making music out of what was barely a sound, my once groundless body become forever earthbound.

But ghost of my past which dares to haunt my present, what is the price, an ear to hear your deadly words? My eyes to see the truth? My lips to remember those hell filled kisses? Or my tounge to speak those words which I only dare, even today, speak to you?