Tearing up and down the paths
Leaves and pecan shells on the old concrete
We thought it would last awhile
But while it did, it was sweet
Now I can’t drive over the old river bridge
Without breaking down
Nineteen years and I couldn’t have been less prepared
But I’m joyful over the memories we shared
Because in the end
I made a friend
I Love You
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
Tearing up and down the paths
Leaves and pecan shells on the old concrete
We thought it would last awhile
But while it did, it was sweet
Now I can’t drive over the old river bridge
Without breaking down
Nineteen years and I couldn’t have been less prepared
But I’m joyful over the memories we shared
Because in the end
I made a friend
I Love You
Thank You for everything.
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