As I skimmed through the texts that were long forgotten,
I sit and think how it all went wrong.
And now every time we meet again,
I can never really look you in the eye.
If people were to ask, what's the best memory of us,
I would say,
It was the long bus ride that we took and you sharing your tunes.
We sit in silence as we slowly fall into a slumber, it could never be more peaceful.
Till now I couldn't find a reason,
Why God led me to you
I'm pretty sure you're a life lesson,
Of how to let go and come out of the blue.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
As I skimmed through the texts that were long forgotten,
I sit and think how it all went wrong.
And now every time we meet again,
I can never really look you in the eye.
If people were to ask, what's the best memory of us,
I would say,
It was the long bus ride that we took and you sharing your tunes.
We sit in silence as we slowly fall into a slumber, it could never be more peaceful.
Till now I couldn't find a reason,
Why God led me to you
I'm pretty sure you're a life lesson,
Of how to let go and come out of the blue.
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