Once |
| by Leslie Callejas |
Once upon a fairytale,
Or maybe, just upon a dream,
I held onto something special,
Something called you and me.
But as fairytales are likely to end,
Or maybe, as dreams are likely to die,
There was nothing left to hold onto,
Nothing left of you and I.
Once upon a faded picture,
Or maybe, just a faded rose,
A faded love is still remembered,
Something only you and I know.
But as memories linger with the picture
And fragrance with the rose,
I’ll remember what we had,
Even if you don't want to know.
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