Best Left To The Memory Poem by William Mowell

I never hid anything from you, everything about me I though you knew


I never lied about my dark side, and I gave up all my pride


I wonder what you might have hid from me


Did I really know you, or could I not see





I promised you the world, gave up mine


But you up and moved on, left the past behind


You felt so warm to me, never knew you could be so cold


Gave up some silver, for a fucked up pot of gold





Should have listened to everyone when they warned me


Wish they would have made a stronger plea


Age didn't matter to either of us


Until you left on that greyhound bus





Did I do something to drive you away


Was there something that could've made you stay


Is there a way to get you back


I miss those lips painted black





It's best left to the memory


But its never left up to me


This is the last verse


and I'll end it without a curse





But end it with a warning to all


Before you take a fatal fall


Take the time, and get to know someone


Before you find yourself where you begun