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Everytime I close my eyes, The picture of you comes to my mind, Floating in the air, From everywhere, Everything around me reminds me of you, And I lose myself in the memories of you.. The park-bench still fits us perfectly, And this world has taken 7000 turns, changing everything but me The stubbles in my face make me look a little older, I have grown a little taller, Lost my hair, gained some weight, And I am losing a little bit of myself everyday but, I am still the same old person you loved back then Every breath that I take, takes me a little closer to you, Nothing is certain here, I do not know if you're a million breaths away or two My friends want me to move on, To take a step forward every day, Arms wrapped around my shoulders, Sometimes, a soft grip-  a silent assurance of their presence, A sweet promise to always be there And that is just what you did This love is more than those three words that sick men these days use to capture beauty And this body is more than blood, muscles and bones, Death was not powerful enough to **** your soul You are everywhere, in every thing With me We are still strong enough to melt stones
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
I Remember You
Everytime I close my eyes, The picture of you comes to my mind, Floating in the air, From everywhere, Everything around me reminds me of you, And I lose myself in the memories of you.. The park-bench still fits us perfectly, And this world has taken 7000 turns, changing everything but me The stubbles in my face make me look a little older, I have grown a little taller, Lost my hair, gained some weight, And I am losing a little bit of myself everyday but, I am still the same old person you loved back then Every breath that I take, takes me a little closer to you, Nothing is certain here, I do not know if you're a million breaths away or two My friends want me to move on, To take a step forward every day, Arms wrapped around my shoulders, Sometimes, a soft grip-  a silent assurance of their presence, A sweet promise to always be there And that is just what you did This love is more than those three words that sick men these days use to capture beauty And this body is more than blood, muscles and bones, Death was not powerful enough to **** your soul You are everywhere, in every thing With me We are still strong enough to melt stones
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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