Mark Heathcote

Freshman - 2,295 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

How Could You Forget? Me?


I’ve given my life to every part of you.
From this angle you’re my life.
From this angle you’re the circle
That fulfils my whole life.

I’ve given you my entire being,
And now, you’re a star floating off the ground.
But baby, I’m still here, a little spaced-out.
Waiting for your; safe return, safe and sound.

How could you forget?
What it was that I meant to you
How could you forget?
Where your confidence sprang…
How could you forget?
What we meant to each other.

I was the fountain that cherished
All your distilled looks…
I was the millpond that ground away…
All your fears and blew,
Away the chaff; of all your yesteryears.

I’ve given my life to every part of you.
From this angle you’re my life.
From this angle you’re the circle
That fulfils my whole life.

But now there’s a shadow of doubt
Bad as those bathroom tiles that need
A fresh re-grout:
Now you’re like a bar of soap, I just can’t grip.

How could you forget?
What it was, that I meant to you.
How could you forget?
From; where your confidence sprang…
How could you forget?
What we meant to each other.
When; we did laver up together.
How could you forget?
What it was, that I meant to you.
How could you forget? Me…?

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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