They've destroyed the place we met,
That school that we made the home of our meeting,
The hallways where we walked by one another,
Waving like idiots,
The tables we sat at,
Perfectly positioned so we could stare at one another,
The desks we learned in,
The one that were in perfect view so we could laugh even from across the room,
The door we stood by,
Patiently waiting for them to let us in,
The doors that we stood in front of so awkwardly in silence,
That's all destroyed.
Now all I have left is the place we walked to,
Up the street,
Behind another building,
The place where we shared hundreds of laughs,
And thousands of smiles,
That place,
On that step by some random door,
The one where we first kissed,
I remember the rain,
It was always light and cold,
Always,
As in the two days we visited that place,
The two days we actually kissed.
I think about that place all the time,
I loved it,
It had a essence unlike any other place I've ever been,
But Maybe It was just because the memories made,
The ones that have not yet been destroyed,
And even if they do,
I'll have my mind,hopefully for many years to come,
But even when that too perishes I will have these words,
These Words Of Our Special Place.