Sunday, February 26, 2012

Old Flame

Fire still there/Burning brighter than a flare/Back then I was such a square/I've changed a little but most of me still there/Still like same things/Still indulging in flings/Back and forth like swings/But something about u still blings/Shine bright like handful of gold rings/Pain you left still stings/But peaceful thoughts of you in my dreams/At least you were honest and not about schemes/ Thank you for introducing me to finer things

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