This Is How You Remind Me
This is how you remind me of,
Of a rare water flower wrapped in a bouquet of beautiful.
With a scent of sweet cinnamon,
A desire sensational to touch.
Picked up out of puddles filled with my love,
lie's bleeding in the street no more.
Followed by a poke from a thorn,
with a drop of each others blood.
Then beauty dressed for love,
left with smoke rings from a star.
With the sweet taste of innocence sealed with a kiss.
As wonderful as if sad,
we could frame a memory like a picture,
then it truly stops the time of the past,
so we can always look back on these rear-view memories one once had.
Now, forever I feel you though the weather.
Like music notes to the chorus.
Better left with a slow dance, in the rain as it pours.
This is how you remind me of, always my love, never more.
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