Sunday, April 26, 2009

A Fading Memory

Twinkle, twinkle those little stars did
Away from the rest of the world, we hid
Foreign whispers surrounded, but it was really just you and I
As we sat and laid there, looking up at the night time sky

Cold night, offered a jacket, I just turn away
With you it's always a hot summer day
Turn my head, want to kiss God's beautiful creation
But I must resist that aberration.

I'm a fool about this deal, why did I insist?
Now I realize that I must consist
As I turn my head to hesitate
I begin to contemplate

The stars, your eyes, there's no comparison
The stars, your beauty has always outdone
As this thought runs through my head
It starts to slip away, the thought has fled

You tell me not to forget
And I won't
But will you remember me?

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