Years of going through my old attic,
just found a picture of us.
Those we're the days of being in love.
Sometimes, I just want to leave this place.
But then I would miss your sweet face.
We fell out of love as fast as we fell in.
Just wondering, where you have been.
Never wanting you anymore then I do right now, but I won't go.
Back to where I was trying to run from.
Where has it begun?
We used to adore each other.
I really thought you were my forever.
And yet, you left and didn't look back.
All that remains is the picture in the attic, and my heavy heart.
I wonder if you think of me,
even if, for a moment, short.
I wonder if you go up and find this picture, in the attic of your memories.
Or have you locked the attic, shut.
Decided to build new memories,
I wonder if your happy, unlike me.
I wonder if someday again, we'll meet.
But until then, I hold this picture,
I found in the attic.
Picture of us, picture of the past,
picture of memories.
You know they used to look at us like " They are forever. "
But we fooled them, look we're not together.
We live in the same house, but we are miles apart.
Somebody else must have your heart.
It's to bad this attic of memories doesn't affect you, like it does to me.
I laughed with embarrassment, but you couldn't see.
walking away, and setting you free.
I don't think you ever really loved me.
Was it destiny that brought us together?
Was it fate that tore us apart?
I now know that simple fact,
All that comes, must someday depart.
But still, will.you miss me the day that I am gone?
or would you care?
Would you put on your placid face and go to work, like everyday.
Would you shed a single tear?
I like to think that you would,
As I look at your smile, in my attic of memories.
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