The truth is
I miss the way we used to be
I miss our late night talks
How we talk about the stars I love
The spoken words I used to listen to
The songs that we liked to sing along
Because we knew that every phrases
Are much more than just a phrase.
When the time we see the moonlight
We bid each other good night
And as the sunlight peaks
We start the day with each other's
"Good Mornings"
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
The truth is
I miss the way we used to be
I miss our late night talks
How we talk about the stars I love
The spoken words I used to listen to
The songs that we liked to sing along
Because we knew that every phrases
Are much more than just a phrase.
When the time we see the moonlight
We bid each other good night
And as the sunlight peaks
We start the day with each other's
"Good Mornings"
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