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My Memory

Her brown & black, brown & black eyes,
Are just a memory.
One in which is trapped,
In the deep depths of my mind.

I want to let go,
Then I come close,
But I see,
The memory…

The song on the radio…
The pictures in the box…
The words she spoke…
The sound of her voice…

…All part of the memory.

I want to let go,
just as I come close,
I see as clear as day,
The memory…

Of the smiles and the laughs…
Of the happiness and joy…
Of the sunshine and the stars…
Of our love and the untouched kisses…
All part of the memory.

I want to let go,
Even though I come close,
I still remember,
The memory…

The first “Hello”,
Our first date,
Love’s first kiss,
I thought we had years,
But now I know,
It was all a lie, a joke,
A meaningless experiment.

Now here I lay,
Awake in the night,
Wondering when the,
Pain and suffering of heartache,
Will come to an end.

I want to let go,
Oh, so close,
Although so far,
Why can’t I forget,
The memory…

The memory…
The memory…
The memory…

I want to forget…
that memory.
I want to let go…
Of that memory.

My Memory.

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