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Taffeta Touch
Rouen D.E. Robinson |
When I think of you,
 there are many thing I regret.
I wish life were a game,
so I could easily reset.
You seem to be so easy on me,
but it is I who can't forget.
Unable to forgive myself,
to our happiness I pose a threat.
In my heart there is fear,
of what has happened in the past.
Certain things that I remember,
and bad memories seem to last.
On my little isle of guilt,
the distance between us seems so vast.
And in my play of shame,
as the villain I am cast.
Yet ill thoughts I keep in mind,
are nothing but a crutch.
Which clouds all other goodness,
and depresses me so much.
But as light can pierce the night,
bringing hope and cheer and such.
So in the dreams of day,
to your words of warmth I clutch.
Giving my fantasy a golden change,
with memory of your Taffeta Touch.
The simple things to one,
can mean the most to the other.
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