You told me you loved me
And you stopped your truck to pick
me a daisy.
The only thing that I fear
Are my memories growing hazy.
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Watercolor Dreamland
PoetryHave you ever dreamed in poetry? Analyzed sad eyes? Words and thoughts can be so lovely Unless your heart is blind.
Memory
You told me you loved me
And you stopped your truck to pick
me a daisy.
The only thing that I fear
Are my memories growing hazy.
