Ghost Of A Memory

August 22, 2011
By ConversingMute PLATINUM, Fowermound, Texas
ConversingMute PLATINUM, Fowermound, Texas
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This is a song
About a memory still sore
I'll only sing it once
So please listen a little more
This is a song
About my everlasting pain
About all my sorrows
And about how I went insane
Please, open up your ears
And listen to my song
And I promise that
I won't make it too long

Three years ago, in a small Texas town
In a forgotten place, that's rarely ever found
In the fading photographs of a time I once knew
Are a million reminders of dreams I made with you
Times that we laughed, and times that we cried
Times when we were honest, and times that we lied
Memories that now have all but faded through
A thousand forgotten seconds I spent with you
But now there's nothing left, and nothing I can do
I'm helpless at the mercy of the time ticking by
And all I have left to do, is sit here asking why
Why must things change and why must things die

This is a song
About a memory still sore
I'll only sing it once
So please listen a little more
This is a song
About my everlasting pain
About all my sorrows
And about how I went insane
Please, open up your ears
And listen to my song
And I promise that
I won't make it too long

Three years ago, as we stood at my door
You told me something that I'll never forget
You said "goodbye, I won't see you any more"
Then you turned away and walked into the sunset
As my front door slammed my heart fell
And just like glass, it shattered into dust
Dissolving into nothingness, like iron into rust
And now three years later, after so much time
Echoes of our past drift through old broken chimes

This was a song
About a memory still sore
I only sang it once
No need to listen anymore
This was a song
About my everlasting pain
About all my sorrows
And about how I wnet insane
You lended me your ears
And listened to my song
And as I promised
It didn't last too long
Thank you for hearing
My sad little tale
About how my heart
Became so brittle and frail
As we part our seperate ways
And walk down our paths
I hope throughout your days
This story gives you some laughs
Well this is my goodbye
As I leave this old banquet room
And I walk down to the place
Where I will finally be able to die
And finally see the face I saw so long ago
The only love I ever had, and the only I'll ever know


The author's comments:
Ok, guess who the narrator is?
1. A man who got dumped
2. A man who's true love died
3. A imaginary entity who represents love and loss's true essence
4. A man about to die to be reunited with his dead lover
5. A man whom's spirit is lingering behind so that it can be a final reminder of his life before he moves on to be with his long deceased lover.
6. None of the above
PS. Feel free to post your own opinion on the identity of the narrator in the comments section.

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