in this old song
all i could think of is you
talking from sunrise to sunset
and kisses behind closed doors
in this old song
your name pops in my fantasies
seducing me of living in a dream
of pastel colors and carousel
in this revised old song
same lyrics, same singer
but in different tone
in a different time
in this revised old song
i woke up from the dream
to accept reality
that we don't have the same fantasies
in this revised old song
the memories are kept
the feelings unleashed
the thoughts of you supressed
i may have love the song
as i had before
but i don't love you now
as this song plays tonight
in my wildest dreams
pretending you were mine
but not anymore
for i have already woken up
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.
