An old friend has recently returned to my life. He and I were never close but ours was an amiable enough acquaintance. Through the magic of social networking we are forging a new and unexpected friendship. We have been sharing music and my world is expanding. I have always felt music fervidly. As a confirmed, though somewhat clandestine, poetry fan a song's lyrics can pierce me. As for the harmonies, chords and keys I have my preferences. My girly guys with their guitars are my favorite but my range of music loves are illimitable.
Through sharing I have found new girly guys, heard new poems and rediscovered past loves. The voice of Evanescence has always captivated me. Her mournful laments can cause me to take a deep breath before life can continue. While My Immortal has struck me with the beauty of her plaintive cries, I have never pondered much the lyrics, or their intendment. Having been given this to contemplate I heard it with fresh ears. And the poetry that lies at the soul of this song... well it pierces me.
As a teenage girl finding her life mapped through the words of Brandon Flowers I find my very own meaning in this song. How much time can pass before the wounds do heal? Some inflictions are too deep, the scar still brings pain when one stops to gaze upon it. If you are the one holding the memory dear, how can the person leave? And a lifetime spent with the memory of a phantom does not disappear with mere years of silence. Regardless of the eidolon stemming from a childhood dream, the pain does not disperse simply because there is no reality.
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