Do You Ever Think of Me?
As I sit in lonely motel rooms,
I think a lot of you.
I cannot purge your memory,
No matter what I do.
While driving, I am dreaming-
While dreaming, often sigh...
And melancholy are my thoughts
As endless miles roll by.
We made our plans together-
And then, we two did part.
If what we had was not true love,
What caused my broken heart?
I'm holding no hard feelings-
I'll shoulder all the blame,
It really doesn't matter-
The pain still hurts the same.
So, darling, let me ask you-
Are you happy being free?
I know this may sound foolish-
Do you ever think of me?
Copyright © John Yaws | Year Posted 2005
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