Memories
Your memory
It's clear
We used to talk oh so late at night
My phone was over heated, and I pretended the warmth was your hand
we went too fast
What you said, what you did
What I showed you,
what I thought I made you feel
How you made me feel
How your hands felt when the touched me
The look in your eyes when I touched you
Beautiful
But it was bad beauty
Now
I stare at you in my dreams
Bitter, bitter,bitter
Thats the flavor
Oh darling I loved you
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