#*If not anything else, I'll give you memories to keep
No touch, but a bucket full of flowers before I leave
One day, when the petals dry out, and your skin wears time
You'll recall the joy you've had, the echo of laughter and I'll be on your mind
Just like a sharp, wrenching arrow –you once crossed my heart
They saw you staring subtly, but I knew it was best to stay apart
I'll have this picture of you in my mind –white shirt, blue jeans
Running across the flawed fences, smiling, young and carefree
When you're weary, old hands reach out for a cup of tea
Maybe you'll realise how I reached out for you but you didn't see me*#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
#*If not anything else, I'll give you memories to keep
No touch, but a bucket full of flowers before I leave
One day, when the petals dry out, and your skin wears time
You'll recall the joy you've had, the echo of laughter and I'll be on your mind
Just like a sharp, wrenching arrow –you once crossed my heart
They saw you staring subtly, but I knew it was best to stay apart
I'll have this picture of you in my mind –white shirt, blue jeans
Running across the flawed fences, smiling, young and carefree
When you're weary, old hands reach out for a cup of tea
Maybe you'll realise how I reached out for you but you didn't see me*#
