Dec 2017
To the rythm she danced.
Memories came through
Of the song she loved,
In every color and hue.
And she finally stopped
Playing their song.
When she realized,
She was dancing alone.
Memories came through
Of the song she loved,
In every color and hue.
And she finally stopped
Playing their song.
When she realized,
She was dancing alone.
Learn when to move forward and let go. **
(21/F/PH)
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