when i look at old pictures of you
all of the memories come flooding in
the meaniful conversations
and the adventures we had
i can remember your mischievous looks,
but you will never look at me that way again.
as i drift off to sleep thinking of our past selves,
i wonder if we will ever meet again
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
when i look at old pictures of you
all of the memories come flooding in
the meaniful conversations
and the adventures we had
i can remember your mischievous looks,
but you will never look at me that way again.
as i drift off to sleep thinking of our past selves,
i wonder if we will ever meet again
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