I remember how you used to play the piano as I sat & watched you..
I still have kept the flowers you had given me for they have never died..
I remember how we've spent our nights under the lovely candle lights..
I remember how you used to wake me up..
I remember your kind words & the melody you used to play..
Now I look at the bouquet..
And tears start falling down my face..
You told me that you'd never leave me..
But suddenly everything changed..
All I have left of you is the piano & the lovely bouquet..
I just wish you would stay..
(So what do you think? =] )
Reality: Resurrection!
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