We grew up on the same street,
We blew dandelions into the sky.
We chucked shells into the blue sea,
Wondering what it would be like.
To grow older.
I came back to the same street,
It's not the same without you.
I can still hear the sound of your feet,
I can hear mine too.
Wish we didn't have to grow older.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 6:00 AM UTC
We grew up on the same street,
We blew dandelions into the sky.
We chucked shells into the blue sea,
Wondering what it would be like.
To grow older.
I came back to the same street,
It's not the same without you.
I can still hear the sound of your feet,
I can hear mine too.
Wish we didn't have to grow older.
