The seventh of the nineth
Seven past nine
Such a coincidence
I've been wanting to write all day
Today was a good day, I remembered
Some things made me cry, some things made me mad
Some came back and some never surfaced
I forgave, but still I can't to forget
Seventy nine less tears than last time
Seventy nine less memories
You won't even recognize the meaning
I will always love you and miss you
But today tought me well
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
The seventh of the nineth
Seven past nine
Such a coincidence
I've been wanting to write all day
Today was a good day, I remembered
Some things made me cry, some things made me mad
Some came back and some never surfaced
I forgave, but still I can't to forget
Seventy nine less tears than last time
Seventy nine less memories
You won't even recognize the meaning
I will always love you and miss you
But today tought me well
