Paper Memories
In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street
Sweet words I wrote, for your eyes only
Our childish love was pure and innocent
But thoughts of love have become lonely
As we grew your heart drifted
Away from thoughts of me alone
My messages on the street escaped your memories
You never returned to my arms, your home
I became a memory
You were my everything, you were my start
But my words are simply wasted hopes
In the end you ripped my paper heart
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