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[bodytext] => And with every bottle sip I let myself remember And you let yourself forget And all that I could feel Was loose lips and closed eyes And according to you Tonight was only half And I let my hands go Along with my love And you asked if your were a reminder Buried beneath the cold I said "Yes" And all Hell broke free And the drive home was proof That stars do fade And people do forget And that some things never change And we insisted that it was okay Forced to leave Forced to forget The words you spoke tonight Smeared make up with a swollen pride Laid outside the car door Fragile from the memories That had never really left These streets could only serve well To an old memory's path To forget is to remember And to remember is to give up What was lost within time Shattered with fatigue and highway signs That only showed the growing distance I was awake with music repeating in my mind Feeling nothing but an empty kiss And an empty window view Contemplating the broken And memories lost in his oblivion He is growing, he is loving I am tired and feeling faithless The only one thats worth this misery The one that keeps my eyes opened When the rays have gone away The one that keeps me still When the people keep walking And its all because of the city Who takes me from this cold slate And keeps me locked in Until somehow I may forget And you can disregard any existence of us [comments] => 1 [counter] => 309 [topic] => 32 [informant] => spreadyourwings [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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