Bottled to the top
Brain is unable to take a single drop more of unsettling thoughts
The absence of the sweet stability yearning to replay the position of my foundation's rock is blatently searching for its' host
That oblivious young love
Too bad it had to blossom into uncertain maturity
Lost, let go, only to be restored
But history sadly repeated itself
I miss it, therefore my cerebral processes must melt
Because the feeling of not having my long lost love can't be unfelt