memories.

Looking at us,
I think of Jack and Jill,
except, there's only me,
falling down the hill.

The hill's quite steep,
and the slope very thorny,
you hurt me, and left,
to say that, might sound corny.

I was stuck to you,
like a band aid, I healed,
and once you felt fine,
time to go, you squealed.

I don't dare to love again,
to me you were everything,
although, i've lost it to all,
to the memories I still cling.




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