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came across her picture today,
In the back of a drawer,
Buried among socks and things,
Dust and a little faded,
But smile still as bright,
Her brown hair glimmering,
The cinnamon color of her skin,
And I remembered her,
The feel of her lips,
The touch of her hand,
My heart pounding,
With each embrace,
And I ask myself,
Why couldn't I be stronger,
Better, better as a man,
Found a way to hold her,
Became a pillar for her love,
And then i cry,
Cry for the I let go bad,
And assault my heart,
Beat it for the wrong it's done,
And close my eyes,
And pray for sleep.
In the back of a drawer,
Buried among socks and things,
Dust and a little faded,
But smile still as bright,
Her brown hair glimmering,
The cinnamon color of her skin,
And I remembered her,
The feel of her lips,
The touch of her hand,
My heart pounding,
With each embrace,
And I ask myself,
Why couldn't I be stronger,
Better, better as a man,
Found a way to hold her,
Became a pillar for her love,
And then i cry,
Cry for the I let go bad,
And assault my heart,
Beat it for the wrong it's done,
And close my eyes,
And pray for sleep.
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