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I stole myself a keepsake for remembrance of my father, a bracelet made by he that lasted 3 years, no longer I picked me out a souvenir in summertime Muskogee but now they sit so rusted and do of nothing to me I hang old captured memories, tacked into my right wall but they still just stand, a memory, that's all their worth in all I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin Even all the words I wrote, someday will be just that They may still hold a meaning, but I can never bring it back The pearls pierced through my ears handed down from generation, even they are getting old throughout this newer nation Stories ended with their what if's and could have's are too far passed now, just sit for some good laughs I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin Why do we need bibles and these holy books to say something once was, and I think again one day I only can remember that one time I landed hospitalized because the get well notes be still on my shelf advised I used to keep a diary when I was just young, to write down all I saw until it wasn't all fun I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin For you are my souvenir living life with both so near Your hand is just a reminder of the time that we have spent, in you, the meaning finder
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
meaning finder
I stole myself a keepsake for remembrance of my father, a bracelet made by he that lasted 3 years, no longer I picked me out a souvenir in summertime Muskogee but now they sit so rusted and do of nothing to me I hang old captured memories, tacked into my right wall but they still just stand, a memory, that's all their worth in all I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin Even all the words I wrote, someday will be just that They may still hold a meaning, but I can never bring it back The pearls pierced through my ears handed down from generation, even they are getting old throughout this newer nation Stories ended with their what if's and could have's are too far passed now, just sit for some good laughs I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin Why do we need bibles and these holy books to say something once was, and I think again one day I only can remember that one time I landed hospitalized because the get well notes be still on my shelf advised I used to keep a diary when I was just young, to write down all I saw until it wasn't all fun I will need no souvenir to remember you I will need no keepsake hung up with a sticky glue I will have your hand to hold, forever and again If I need reminder, I just gaze up past your chin For you are my souvenir living life with both so near Your hand is just a reminder of the time that we have spent, in you, the meaning finder
My life consists of making, saving, and capturing memories. But for once I like the thought that it doesn't all have to be a memory, in the past, some things last. I hope you are one of those.
#love#past#forget#last#memory#souvenir#keepsake
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Lyricalmind
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
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