1/24/09

Hot to the Touch

I really prefer to remember her back then,
Way back when, when she was on fire for me,
When what she needed was just what I'd expend,
Back when the best two things in the world were her and me;

That way it doesn't burn so much
When I start crying:
The tears aren't as hot to the touch

I will always have a piece of my heart tucked into her,
That's just the way that it always goes for me,
And though I'll forever wish the two of us together,
Sometimes the best two things in the world aren't meant to be;

That way it doesn't burn so much
When I start crying:
The tears aren't as hot to the touch.



January 24, 2009, in memory of way back when.

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