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Thousands, But Only One Memory

She hears his voice
She stills
Taken back to the fall
The warmth
His smile held just for her

Back then she believed in Fairy Tales
He was her Prince

He was her everything

He could play to thousands
She would get front row seats to his vibrancy

His lips were the same lips that kissed her that day
Those words he composes
Were the same words that he wrote down
While she wiped tables

Everything he did, he did with her in mind

When he got to big for that small town
She tried to hold on
His eyes just moved farther away from her
He took a bus out of that little town

She saw his exploits
She saw the women that draped on his arm

He could play to thousands
After the curtains would go down
His eyes closed, she’d be there in his memory

He played for her


"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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