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IcySky Oct 2015
I walk down the street,
with music playing,
thoughts running through my mind,
and there's our song.

The song we met to,
the song we danced to,
the song we kissed to,
the song I'm listening to.

The melody of happiness,
has become a dark place,
This same song that was playing when we met,
is the song that was playing when you left.

Our song...
the meaning of happiness,
and the meaning of hopelessness,
our song is as complicated as you.

The high points,
the low points,
the good times,
and the bad.

This is our song.

— The End —