Sitting on the train, I see a girl, I’d seen a thousand times before.
Memories flutter past.
In my mind I see vanishing photos of a time come to pass.
There she was, the heroine of my desperate dreams.
My lonesome thoughts, projections of my broken heart.
I still love you,
In my hours of weakness how, I stir to kiss the scent of you.
You're my first love, I pray you're not my last.
I love you, I wished you loved me to.
I try to shake these thoughts, but alas I can't consume myself with fading memories.
Goodbye my love. I pray that you have just one silent thought about me.
That I wasn't just a faded photograph of time
That filled a gap in your life.
Oh please. Oh please. Oh please. Please have a tinge of regret my lost sweetheart.
Salvadore Ponce de Leon
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