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The History Of You And I
Many men have made mistakes
 But I have seen mine upon Her skin.
 I write inside a four by six
 For a crime, I swear, did not commit.
 
 
 I’ve been told people come and go
 But they still affect your life
 They are with you ‘til the end,
 Through victory and through strife
 
 These lessons are often learned
 Usually by the twisted hands of fate
 You do your best to hold them back
 But Time breaks through the gates.
 
 Many people are left hollow
 With His often cruel trials
 Some will make it through the storm
 Most are left with just denial
 
 Again I write to you
 For no other soul I trust
 I just need to tell you now
 There must be a way, there must.
 
 Five long summers ago
 In a town I only just remember
 Lived a girl I still hold dear
 She was brought here in September.
 
 I came back to her, I did
 On a whisper, yet a prayer
 She briefly destroyed my every thought
 With Her dark mysterious hair.
 
 Finally I did come back
 With lilacs in the waiting
 To repair some broken bridges
 The words to say I was debating.
 
 We ambled through the bar
 As I placed an order for our drinks
 There she was in front of me
 And I couldn’t even think.
 
 
 
 We exchanged some passing remarks
 About the world, about the sky
 I couldn’t help but thinking
 How I longed to stare into her eyes.
 
 What a fool that man had been 
 To ever let Her go
 And yet here we are again
 Time to get on with the show
 
 We finally made our way out
 Through double paint-chipped doors
 I wanted to know what happened,
 “What happened to us before?”
 
 She told me the reason here and now
 In a place I had only seen
 Described to me in prose
 That when she wrote about, she beamed.
 
 But now her face was sullen,
 Ash-coloured like the clouds
 She could not live there for the past
 She lives for the here and now.
 
 I wanted to tunnel deeper
 Into a mine I once knew well
 But here with me she seemed
 Just a shadow of Herself
 
 A look told me all I needed to know
 I have seen a few already
 To know what they meant deep within
 To someone who was ready.
 
 No words were spoken then
 None needed to be said
 I just looked her in the eye, 
 Told Her, “I’ll try and understand.”
 
 We walked onto First Avenue South
 She said she lived this way
 I just wanted to sort this out
 I just wish that I could pray.
 
 For a love who lost Her way
 In the gorgeous sounds and lights
 I just wanted her to be happy
 And drift to sleep that night.
 
 
 She told me of her tribulations
 Her worries and her fears
 She said she couldn’t take it
 It all would end right here
 
 
 The harbour boats of the river Green
 Were all but unfazed and unaware
 Of the struggle between life and death
 A hundred feet into the air.
 
 She told me she had had enough
 Of a life she was forced to live
 Through restless nights of evil dreams
 She told me this was it.
 
 I had plead with Her to my last breath
 “Please, this is a mistake!
 What about family? Friends?
 In my life you have a place!”
 
 She had deftly made her way
 To an edge of rusty steel
 She looked at the waves
 I feel our fates had been sealed.
 
 Through my yelling to deaf ears,
 I knew I had to take my course.
 To do nothing at all right now
 Would fill me with remorse.
 
 The only bridge to Her and us
 Was but a thin, stressed wire
 I decided that was enough
 I followed Her into the fire.
 
 The open water lay before us
 I grasped her hand in mine
 I pulled her close and prayed
 And saw into peaceful eyes.
 
 Many men have made mistakes
 But I have seen mine upon Her skin.
 I write inside a four by six
 For a crime I did not commit.
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