"an Old Book Reads the Same"
When your day is not full and your mind may fade...
I wonder do you think back to us and mistakes we made...
Do you remember the kisses in the movies and whispers we shared...
The long walks telling our dreams and how crazy our love is and rare...
Did we just sweep it away like so many leaves on a porch...
Or are we still walking in different directions, maybe holding a torch...
You still pop up in a dream here and there, so I know we can never
bury our feelings and change how we care...
Then again maybe I'm that old book that was read and put away, but
like every good novel it still can be read another day...
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