Little pieces of you and me.
Hanging there for all to see.
Memories that will never die.
Stories that grew to big, It became a lie.
I burned the last letters that you wrote to me.
What we had, I set it free.
It hurt to much to hold on to something that wasn't yours anymore.
I watch the last memory of us burn away, like never before.
You ruined what you will never have again.
That's a love, that came to its end.
Now I walk down the old road of memories of me and you.
It's okay because at least, your feelings were true.
We lost what we will never get back.
Feels like a love attack.
©terrylin53
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