written by: Joseph K. Wells
To say, I still think of you, will be a lie.
But in my thoughts, you are, till I die.
Yes, we were young; I was but your toy.
Yet broken is this old heart of that boy.
Still invisible to you, wish I could just once see,
the kind of person you’ve now turned out to be.
No, I don’t wish to meet you; I’ve nothing to say.
Memories are choked to silence, muted to this day.
I don’t think of you; that story was way in the past.
But hope I am in your thoughts, even if that’s the last.
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