What is this feeling
That creeps inside of me
The memory box there telling
Saying to me it will be
When the crystal clear
Reality is that
You are not present here
We're just strangers that met.
Do we forget
All the laughter, all the fun;
Should i forget
Your smile under the sun
Do we forget
The words said
And the promises made
And the things we planned
Should i forget
You
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
What is this feeling
That creeps inside of me
The memory box there telling
Saying to me it will be
When the crystal clear
Reality is that
You are not present here
We're just strangers that met.
Do we forget
All the laughter, all the fun;
Should i forget
Your smile under the sun
Do we forget
The words said
And the promises made
And the things we planned
Should i forget
You
H. R.
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