We were seventeen, our lives had just begun.
Best friends and so much in love,
A love that was sent from heaven.
Our memories would forever be.

Then you chose Uncle Sam over me
and I thought my heart would break.
The memories of our love and you
would be the death of me.

When you came home you weren't alone.
I saw love in your eyes, but not for me.
I thought then the memory of you
would surely destroy me.

So I picked up the pieces of my heart
and set out to find a perfect love.
One to quiet the memories of you
that were slowly killing me.

Time after time I thought I'd found
a love that could make me forget
the sweet and painful memories of you
that refused to set my heart free.

So I gave up trying and found one last love,
Jose Quivera was the man I could trust
to drown the demon in my heart.
The memory of you, that was killing me.

It took years and it was only a blur.
The booze had let me forget.
A small dull ache in my heart
was the only memory of your arms around me.

Then you came back into my life
and said that you couldn't forget.
The memory of our love and me
was slowly killing you.

Now the memories are alive again.
Your smiling eyes, your crooked smile,
the feel of your breath on my neck.
The memory of you, once more, is killing me.

So if what you say is true and you love me still,
come home and take me in your arms
before this memory of you
becomes the death of me.

05/26/2009

Posted on 05/26/2009
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