Pained Memory

By Damien Knight

I think of her more and more
I think could I do anything
Would it have changed anything
The song on the radio, I cry as it plays
“I been kissed by the rose on a grave”
I haven’t even gone, I’m not so brave
I’ve not laid a rose in her name
I don’t want to believe it isn’t the same
I never wanted to believe she’s left me
That her beautiful eyes I’ll never see
Her blonde hair never again touch
Oh why does her memory hurt so much

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