Memories of You

Now, there there, no need to taint the good memories I have of you with that sharp tone and cold voice. Like cold water dropped into a gentle boil Cause months may have passed by, but that feeling has not disappeared, no matter how many times I've sighed. Like a dream that lingers long after waking. Though I've chosen to move on, I can't help but keep singing songs I once wrote in dedication to that memory, Like a keepsake locked in an old wooden drawer. Despite all that I once felt about you, despite all the promises I made to myself, reality must be faced, as I try to forget your face Like trying to match steps with a shadow. So, I ask just one last time, please don't spoil the idea I had of you with the truth — the real, unapologetically you.