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The Memory Game

(In the now, once again.)

 

Baby, I'm growing wings.

And if what you say is true,

you might just want

to do something around the same...

at least build a plane.

 

I don't want empty promises

or false hopes to hang onto...

I create those enough in my dreams

while plotting my made-up schemes...

 

You asked

If I can do that with you...

I can only think of strong answers

that are not ANYTHING but true.

 

Don't act like you're the one waiting

...I feel like my heart is palpating

when I think of you and the dreams

I wish were true.

 

Can't we please just rewind...

I now know your mistakes

and mine.

 

Just don't promise that we can start again

unless you're serious, this time

about letting me in.

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matthew-cuellar
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Published
Aug 9, 2011
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Written by Matthew Allan Cuellar

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