Remembering you makes me smile,
Remembering you makes me cry.

Knowing I broke that perfect bond.
Makes me know what a fool I was.

I can't turn back the hands of time,
But believe me I would, were it in my power.

I can't fix that one perfect thing I've broken.
I just live with the shattered pieces that I created.

I often wonder where we would be today,
Had things not gone so wrong with my head.

I have only myself to blame.
For my life of never-after.

Rebecca Ramon


 

 


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