Surely you won’t know this but I remember you in the smallest things.
I remember those eyes of yours by the silhouette rays of the sun outside.
I remember your oddness by the tapping feet of a friend beside.
I remember your silly jokes by the quirky laugh of the class.
I remember you wearing your glasses by the blurring faces of those wearing the same item.
I remember that child-like face of yours whenever I’d see the cutest kids in the streets.
And in those streets I’d imagine us walking together.
Hand in hand,
Your smile to mine,
As the wind comes we’d move closer as if we wouldn’t want to let go of each other.
Surely you won’t know this but it always creeps in, such thoughts of you.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
Surely you won’t know this but I remember you in the smallest things.
I remember those eyes of yours by the silhouette rays of the sun outside.
I remember your oddness by the tapping feet of a friend beside.
I remember your silly jokes by the quirky laugh of the class.
I remember you wearing your glasses by the blurring faces of those wearing the same item.
I remember that child-like face of yours whenever I’d see the cutest kids in the streets.
And in those streets I’d imagine us walking together.
Hand in hand,
Your smile to mine,
As the wind comes we’d move closer as if we wouldn’t want to let go of each other.
Surely you won’t know this but it always creeps in, such thoughts of you.
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