Remember me -
for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you -
and all the good time that we had
in this old town.
I'll remember you -
whether it was the good love we had,
or the love that just gone bad.
Remember me -
for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you -
and all the places
that's I've been around.
I'll remember you -
for when I go to our favorite spot.
I'll remember your beautiful face,
in my old hometown.
But promise me, -
for when our friend ship sinks
that you'll remember me -
standing in my favorite floral dress,
my curly hair in a mess, -
sitting on a blanket in the grass,
with your arms wrapped around my chest.
You and I -
watching the sun set.
Remember me -
for when the evening sun goes down.
YOU ARE READING
In A World Lost to Poetry
Poesia"Poetry keeps me sane" said the little songwriter who grew up to be a writer. ~Rebecca Lynn
