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