My pride was not the money
Not even the long gold chain at least

But remember the old sad yet funny

same old stories about the promise

of an amazing life with nobody else

but the one whose lines interlocked mine

I was really so sure that my soul did melt

For more than once I felt your sweet shine

I remember I could sing the words to sleep

I did often light some old cigars I had made

Overtaken by a brutal life that was deep

And a river that recorded everything we said

Remember you were once young and tall

And proud like a diamond tree in the wind

Turning down offers and true love

The lines on your horizon are now mere rings

Author: Jenny

A freelance Journalist, and an advocate of peace

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