poetry

Strawberry

Strawberry, my love

Sing me a song like you used to,

Just one more before

I leave you far behind;

The one about the lovers

So I can pretend it’s me and you.

 

Come now, strawberry

Play those happy tunes

As an ode to our mistakes,

To remind me of simpler days

 

Spent sailing down the river,

Look here, strawberry,

Gaze at our reflection

It’ll be all we have soon,

Tell me what you see.

 

Hush now, strawberry,

Do not cry for days long gone

I know we felt more

Than simple, summer love

But we knew this wouldn’t last.

 

I should’ve known, strawberry,

I should’ve known

We’d end up drinking,

Drifting together on a song

Of those two lovers

I pretended were you and me.

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