That Little Face

How you try to fade,
that one little face,
and so you start a chase,
for a new one to replace.

Initially it works,
but in shadows the old one lurks,
and on one fine day,
keeping your assurances at bay;

it breaks those chains,
that little face comes again.
To look into your eyes,
and to ask the question why.

All you're able to say,
how agitated you stay;
'cause you're not mine,
so you had to draw a line.

But is that enough,
or, you just being tough?
Will you ever forget that face?
And you ask, to yourself...!