not the same

I would like to clear from my head
a night in April when I believed
her word for the truth.

songs from soundtracks are
overplayed
too soon for my liking sometimes

and we were just holding hands
on a night when I wanted
to break free,
laugh a little more honestly
around you.

imagine for just a minute that I really did get
a fresh start,
I really was a new person
that I could be proud of.

the feeling I get after reading
a story
doesn’t linger anymore like it used to

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a/n: I'm not even sure who this is about anymore.