A Memory
I sometimes think you'll be at my door when I open it I catch myself in a daze thinking of what we had What would we have been If we hadn't given up so easily There was a you and me once Now it's all a past memory. Written July 9th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 07:41 AM PST 0 • 8
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