love of the past

I often think of you when it's late at night.

The smile on your face, that look in your eyes.



Your passionate kiss, the love in your heart,

Who knew that one day it would all fall apart?



I love you, but I did you bad.

I broke your heart and made you sad.



After three long months I called you at home,

I wanted you back, why did I ever want you gone?



What was I thinking you were mine?

But soon I learned I was only a love of the past.