The Memory
Your Memory keeps walking through my mind.
It
won’t leave no matter what I try. I gave it time to
Go
but it’s still here, and why I just don’t know.
Could
it be that I see your face, in each and every dream
You
keep taunting me or so it seems.
I
hear your name in each and every gentle breeze, and
Your
memory Just brings me to my knees.
The love we shared hangs in my heart and troubles me
But
for you it seems to die so easily am I wrong or did
You
ever love at all and does my heart hang as some memorial
Upon
your wall
Yes
in my memory you keep walking through my mind.
It’s
your face in my dreams most all the time.
The
memory of you still brings me to my knees.
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