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Okay, anyway...

I remember when...

what was I going to say?

O yes, I remember your grin,

I remember your voice and touch,

and I remember your eyes

and how they sparkled so much

even as they told me lies.



I remember how you swore your love,

and sealed it with a kiss sweet

then gave me a shove

and to the floor did you beat

me... I remember the turns

you used to take

and the slap still burns

like when I gave it up for your sake.



I remember the night under the night sky,

the times we affirmed slight desire

the tears I would always cry

never thinking that you were a liar.

Your accusations still ring in my ears,

the hollow threats still hurt,

and even now I feel you here

and next to my bed is your shirt

your picture looks at me at night,

and dreams of you dance on,

and even when on goes the light,

your picture still grins on.



I remember the times we spent,

the walks in the cold,

I remember words I said and repent,

and how I had gone and sold

myself. I remember everything,

I remember the fights,

and the songs that you used to sing

as you'd try to make things right.



And even though you hit me,

and even as you lied,

and though I didn't see

it at the time that I cried,

I still love you,

I don't know why I do,

but I still wished

that you loved me too.