"Favorite Memory"

I don't want to be
Just your favorite memory
The love who lives in yesterday
The one who got away

I don't want to be
Just some dream of long ago
Where nostalgia bids you go
But your heart can never stay

I can't live in dreams
Where it seems that love is
Real and never really is
But only a sweet mystery

I don't want to be
Faceless and forsaken
After love has flown away
Where it goes, I cannot say

I don't want to be
Just another memory
The one who lives in dreams
The one who got away

© Dona Lou Pearson

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