no longer fightin against the world
to accept the inevitable
losin our dreams to bow over
will we ever regain them ever
writins tat seemed to haf matured
or is it a sign of surrender t
he love hate pride and anger
mellowed or disappeared
or juz tamperin into things plain finer
pieces of our past tat lingers
in-erasable
irreplacable
whos fault is it no longer matters
juz this once
juz this once
wrapped around the cup were once ur fingers
ur love tat i once held upon my fingers
now ure tellin me its over
ur sweet scent tat still lingers
u said u'll remember
said the best part of love is to remember
in my heart
one last kiss gal
theres always a space for ya
now till forever
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