A Time When You Were Mine
Patti Woosley 1957 (WV)
A TIME WHEN YOU WERE MINE
We had our favorite love song.
Pretty words that sound so right.
I play it over and over - late into the night.
I play it to remind me
when you were by my side,
and we slept so close together
and held each other tight.
But it’s only an old love song.
A love song isn’t real.
A love song will never hold me.
A love song cannot feel.
It just hangs around in my memories,
reminding me of the time;
a time when you still loved me,
a time when you were mine.
There’s a picture on my nightstand,
close beside my bed.
I carry it around with me
all day long inside my head.
Your smile says you were happy.
Your eyes say you were true.
Your lips seem like they are whispering,
“Oh how much I love you.”
But it’s only an old picture.
And I know it isn’t real.
It’s a picture that can’t hold me;
a picture that cannot feel.
It just hangs around in my memories,
reminding me of the time;
a time when you still loved me,
a time when you were mine.
I have a box of your love letters,
hidden on the highest shelf.
I can’t bear to read them,
so I hide them from myself.
Sweet words of love you wrote to me.
You sealed each one with a kiss.
These old love letters remind me
of all the things I miss.
I’ll keep hanging on to these old souvenirs,
knowing none of them are real;
They're just things that will never hold me.
Things that cannot feel.
And although you’re no longer with me,
I still think about the time.
The time when you once loved me.
A time when you were mine.
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Submitted by pbwoosley on April 24, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | A bccdxec bfdfGHDA xididjxj efdfGHDA xkxkdldl xfdfdhdA |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,495 |
Words | 302 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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