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Sometimes
Sometimes, I wish I had saved those pictures.
The ones I had once cherished,
the ones that I ripped to shreds to match my broken heart,
Nowforever gone in the wind,
Just like you.
Sometimes, I wish I could hear you play again.
Your fingers on the strings playing a melody,
Once so delightful to my young ears,
But now only bring tears to my eyes,
A minor harmony to my song.
Sometimes, I wish I had wrote down your words.
Kept some kind of treasure of the times we shared,
So seldom though you were once my one hero,
Memories fade only so quickly,
And my heart only remembers the pain you provided.
Sometimes, I wish you had rethought your decision.
Was ir something I said, something I did?
Was I not good enough to keep your name?
Not good enough to call your daughter?
Am I really so bad, that you didn't want to know me?
Sometimes, I wish I could see you, hear you.
Have you changed from the man I once adored?
Im not the same little girl you let go of, would you love me now?
Would you be proud, regret that I can't call you mine anymore?
Or would you pretend that it never happened, that you've been here all along.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could go back to the past.
Say everything i ever had to say,
But it's over and done with, and maybe one day I'll see you,
Or maybe my pain will become ashes in the cold wind,
But for now, your just tears in the back of my mind.

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