Remember the times we use to share
Nights by the fire, I'd stroke your hair
We laughed we loved we braved the rain
I'll never forget this sugar coated pain
I was so young I couldn't see
A love too real, fantasy; imaginary
I held your hand but held it loose
In the other a tightly knotted neuse
Now if you asked me back I could only refuse
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Remember the times we use to share
Nights by the fire, I'd stroke your hair
We laughed we loved we braved the rain
I'll never forget this sugar coated pain
I was so young I couldn't see
A love too real, fantasy; imaginary
I held your hand but held it loose
In the other a tightly knotted neuse
Now if you asked me back I could only refuse
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