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This ain’t a love story, but a story ‘bout love
August 18, 2009
I saw her 7 years ago
Now I wish I can let it go…
Living in my past I know
There is no escape even so
It is so cold and old
Yes, memories in a hundredfold…
Barely and rarely told
But I admit, it was bold
I can easily get over her
But I chose to bear this forever
This is my actual fervor
Like, to forget her never…
Holding her hand is what he does now
And holding him back, she made vow
They are happy together anyhow
Warmth in me, to them, I bow
I love you, the words I never said
Constantly reverberates in my head
I passed on a chance, and for years I bled
Killing me still, though I’m already dead
So many things I ought to tell you
Crazy things, I say’ll make me blue
Sorted memories I call it true
Dreams I call it You…
She is free in my heart to be
And yes it would always be
LM… Live happy for me
Even if it ain’t with me…
I hope you see the world happy
Every moment rendered lovely
The way I saw splendidly
7 years ago, unregretfully…
