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Jul 2015
I clutch the happy memories of times we had together,
And they will go on haunting me forever and forever.
All the things we did and said I’ll spend my life reliving;
Just searching for my one mistake that made your love stop giving.

Was it that I tried too hard to get inside your knickers.
Or was it that rude joke I told when we went to the Vicar’s.
Or was it just that football meant that Saturdays were out,
Or because I kissed your sister and your Dad gave me a clout.

But now we both must go our ways and find a love that’s true;
Though I’ll never love another girl the way I once loved you.
This is a slightly edited version of a poem written at the age of seventeen, after being “packed up” by the love of my life, due to matters rather sensitive.
DBE
Written by
DBE  The Highlands
(The Highlands)   
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