I didn’t want you to know,
Didn’t want you to see,
That there’s this weakness
Forcing my mind back to you,
Forcing your memory
To live on in eternal words
I would pretend
There’s someone new;
Pretend that they’re my muse;
Make the world believe I’m in love,
And over you,
But I’m still writing songs about you
©2018 – V A Coote