The memories burn-
The memories fade-
like ashes in the winter rain.
The ache in my soul-
never lets go-
the numbness consumes me from within.
If I could scatter the ashes of our love-
Maybe I would be OK.
If I could scatter the ashes of our love-
Maybe the ache would go away.
The memories stick like barbs in flesh.
Every I love you another gash.
How I wish I could take it all back.
I never meant to trust you.
I never meant to love you.
I never meant to miss you after you went away.
I guess the scars of your love will never fade.
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