Somewhere engraved on a piece of wood
In the basement of my childhood
I professed my love for you
Inside of every heart I drew
Now I've grown up and so have you
And my love belongs to someone new
All past wounds have long since healed
But even scars can sometimes feel
Someday my confession will be discovered
The bones of infatuation uncovered
Stumbled upon by some children at play
Ghost writing that never fades away
Somewhere engraved on a piece of wood
In the basement of my childhood
I professed my love for you
Permanent ink, black and blue.
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