Old Love

Old love ties me to you

Sometimes, it gets us through

But sometimes, it’s like a crevasse in the way,

Something to avoid, something that darkens the day


Old love is a weight on my chest

Sometimes, though, it brings out my best,

But sometimes, it’s like I can’t breath,

Sometimes, sometimes, it’s short of my needs


Old love is a whisper in my mind

My look at you reminds me of old times

and a future so bright I had to wear shades

Old love never dies, but, yes, it fades


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