by Joey Sett Brady

Created on: December 03, 2009

I can finally smile now

Remembering you

The first time I drove on the highway

Old, white toyota with a broken seatbelt

to take you to see Pretty Woman

And the day we went to the museum

You stared at Van Gogh's Starry Night

As I stared at you

Now I can think of your green eyes

Instead of the night I saw

His hands around your waist

slow dancing to our song

Wisdom comes with age

Young love might be as cheap

as the beer we drank at prom

or your promises that night

Time will find you now a beautiful wife

with a highborn husband of great respect

who wonders where you are at night

As stars hover above

like the so many broken hearts

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