Friday, 21 March 2014

I can leave.

I can leave when you want me to
I can be just a thought
A memory that you love

I can be just the light on the dark of our pictures
Just words that we shared
And all of our places
I can be an old song that makes you cry

I can be the card that you find
At the bottom of your drawer
That you couldn't throw away
But had nowhere to live

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