Lemonade

Sweet lemonade
Three in the morning 
Is never too early for a memory

Remember I found you 
Never forget that
Never forget that after so many nights
Hiding, I found you 
And asked you to please come home

Never forget that we danced
That I held you 
Under the stars of a million years
Of hard times and broken pieces

Never forget that I told you
Words and phrases you always needed
To hear, never forget that I 
Understood pain that no one
Has ever tried to understand

Good god, three in the morning
Is far, far too late
For a memory.

◄ Reality

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