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Long Ago

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We laid gazing at the moon.

She had the darkest brown eyes,

but they'd light up the night

like a silver moonrise...

We were talking about dreams

and New Mexico skies

while a whirling wind whispered

a lonesome lullaby.

Though she'd laugh, I could tell

that, somewhere in her mind,

lay hidden more hurt than

she wanted me to find.

In the midst of the moment,

I told her, "Let it go...

We might lose, we might win,

but if we try, at least we'll know."

She couldn't stand to say it.

Though her voice never broke,

beneath the quiver of her lips,

her heavy heart spoke:

"I gave up on you, Love, long ago...

when I gave up on true love, I let all that go...

I hope you find new love and let it grow...

I gave up on you, Love, long ago..."

Endearing words are late spoken,

I'm just thinking out loud

about a heart that's been broken;

hope you hear them somehow...

Faded memories torn open,

pieces scattered on the ground.

Some I'll never lose.

Some will never be found.

Now the moon never glows

and the stars seldom shine,

and my love has been lost

somewhere in the sands of time,

But when I hear that gentle

whisper of the whirling wind's cry,

I think about that girl and

can't help but wonder why..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago..

When I gave up on true love, I let all that go..

I hope you find new love and let it grow..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago...

Sometimes I think about the girl

who had the darkest brown eyes.

Maybe they were darkened

by the shadows of all her goodbyes...

Memories are like shackles

that chain us to our past,

fleeting moments of condolence

though it seldom ever lasts.

She came around the other day

perhaps to paint a better picture

of the love that we'd mistaken

for a battered faith fixture.

She spoke out of turn and said,

"I hope that you've waited.."

But my love had grown cold

and my memories had faded.

I couldn't stand to say it.

Though my voice never broke,

beneath the quiver of my lips,

my heavy heart spoke:

"I gave up on you, Love, long ago..

When I gave up on true love, I let all that go..

I hope you find new love and let it grow..

I gave up on you, Love, long ago."

Endearing words are late spoken,

I'm just thinking out loud

about a heart that's been broken;

hope you hear them somehow..

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That would make an awesome song. Though long, I liked it. Way to go!

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in reply to JEG325

Thanks

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