As I lay my weary head upon the pillow

  it’s difficult not to recall we’re I’ve been.

  Then nature breaths wind into the willow

  let the tapping of rain on thy window begin.

  Heavy can be a heart that is full of regret

  as mistakes take a toll on thy fragile brain.

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  My memory serves me well, I cannot forget

  as my tears fall just as hard as the rain.

  I think on her, and how things went down

  missing the caress of her lips on thy brow.

  I’m not the only broken heart in this town

  but I miss her and wonder where she is now.

  I screwed things up, she’ll never forgive me

  yet I still long for her kisses to set me free.