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Dec 2018
She's  missing a hand because it was holding mine
That cutout use to be me
My smile was as big as theirs
April of two thousand and fourteen at Clearwater Beach
We had a stranger take it twice
A lady with a green hat walked into the first shot
Back when our future had a sense of being endless like the ocean view
Back when I was old enough but not wise enough to catch the clues
Back when you had me believing you really loved me

It's a old picture with a new face
He's held in by scotch tape
She's still missing her hand
I can still feel it in mine
He wasn't there so that smile is fake
He wasn't the one who danced under the stars as the moon provided a spotlight
Down the beach letting the waves wet our feet
Is he the reason you started with the lies
What does he have I don't
Is this the man you stopped loving me for
If it was meant to be their wouldn't be a need for that tape
Besides he looks as out of place as you do when your with him
Who wears suit and tie on the beach anyways

That pictue is now ashes
I couldn't take it anymore
It went up quick
To quick so I poured gas on the ashes and burned them some more
That mark on the floor is permanent
Like the bad taste you left in my mouth
But as soon as I can put these pieces back together
I'm going to love again
The shore is in sight
Higher ground I'll soon be standing on
I want to laugh in your face
Brag till it makes you break
But I won't
Because I can't
Love won't allow that
I'll always be here
I refuse to pretend some of the best days I ever had wasn't with you
You walking away won't make me regret seven years of my past
It's how you get a win from a loss
All feedback is welcome
Bob
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Bob  Florida
(Florida)   
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