So many nights, legs tangled tight. Wrap me up in a dream with you. Close up these eyes. Try not to cry. All that I’ve got to pull me through is memories of you.
One Year, Six Months by Yellowcard Lyric
Someday you’ll be sorry, someday when you’re free; memories will remind you that you could have been with me.
Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love despite our differences and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once and that’s why every minute we spent together has been saved in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
Sometimes I get hit with the memory of how much you mean to me just when I think I’m okay with letting go.
Put your pen to the paper and write me another love song or just a poem with rhyming lines, something I’ll always remember as the time we were in love.
I could go back to every laugh, but I don’t wanna go there anymore.
Come In With The Rain Lyric
You gave me the best gift anyone ever could. You took me through one of the biggest life experiences. You and I made countless memories that I will cherish forever and you completely helped me find myself and although the pain ran deeper than nearly anything else I would never have wanted to share my first love with anyone else.
How am I supposed to forget you, your hugs, your kisses, your warm touch, when you were my very first true love?
I wish I could drive away to the sunset, back to the day that we first met.
Drive Away Lyric
They tell me you’re all I’ve got. I just need these dreams to stop.
The truth was that I wanted to hear his voice again, like I had in the strange delusion Friday night. For that brief moment, when his voice came from some other part of me than my conscious memory, when his voice was perfect and honey smooth rather than the pale echo my memories usually produced, I was able to remember without pain.