Fiction
The dark wine on my lips
Reminds me of you
Hidden in my memory
The words that I've clung to
It's not so easy to forget them
Although I've tried in vain
I see now how much love it is
A cold heart can contain
Love likes to hide as fiction
Nothing's ever as it seems
The illusions fade so quickly
And dreams are only dreams
The time to say goodbye
Always comes too soon
But someday I will return to you
Under the starlit moon.
- A Skribble by Amy 2006
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