It haunts me still
By Pandora
He rode his Harley into my life the spring I turned 18 long black hair wild in the wind just like his spirit it haunts me still He took me for his to show me I belonged to no one free like the wind in our hair and the woman he found inside She's with me still I haven't seen him in 22 years since that long ago year when my innocence was given freely He was the first and he haunts me still Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 07:49 PM PST 0 • 10
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