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She stepped onto the driveway of her old house She remembered the summer night They had laid there for hours And counted 8 shooting stars She stepped into the foyer of her old house She remembered the day he took her to prom And stood in an old tux in that exact spot. She stepped into the dining room of her old house She remembered the first time he had dinner with her family And they had chicken and steamed broccoli She stepped into the kitchen of her old house She remembered the day they baked cookies for her sisters birthday And he threw flour on her smiling face She stepped into the morning room of her old house She remembered the time they listened to music all day And it was rainy, and they cuddled She stepped into the family room of her old house She remembered the time he played board games with her And he let her win every time She stepped into the laundry room of her old house She remembered how she would stand there by herself And wash her favorite blouse, just for him She stepped onto the staircase of her old house She remembered leading him up And holding her breath She stepped onto the landing of her old house She remembered how he would hold her while they watched movies And he would kiss her whenever she looked at him She stepped into the bathroom of her old house She remembered how she would stand there for hours And make herself perfect for him And finally she stepped into her old bedroom. Too many memories filled her mind And she laid where her bed used to be. And she cried in that spot. Like she had done millions of times before. She stepped onto the porch of her new house No perfect memories filled her mind And she felt dead knowing he wasn't coming back to make new ones
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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She stepped onto the driveway of her old house She remembered the summer night They had laid there for hours And counted 8 shooting stars She stepped into the foyer of her old house She remembered the day he took her to prom And stood in an old tux in that exact spot. She stepped into the dining room of her old house She remembered the first time he had dinner with her family And they had chicken and steamed broccoli She stepped into the kitchen of her old house She remembered the day they baked cookies for her sisters birthday And he threw flour on her smiling face She stepped into the morning room of her old house She remembered the time they listened to music all day And it was rainy, and they cuddled She stepped into the family room of her old house She remembered the time he played board games with her And he let her win every time She stepped into the laundry room of her old house She remembered how she would stand there by herself And wash her favorite blouse, just for him She stepped onto the staircase of her old house She remembered leading him up And holding her breath She stepped onto the landing of her old house She remembered how he would hold her while they watched movies And he would kiss her whenever she looked at him She stepped into the bathroom of her old house She remembered how she would stand there for hours And make herself perfect for him And finally she stepped into her old bedroom. Too many memories filled her mind And she laid where her bed used to be. And she cried in that spot. Like she had done millions of times before. She stepped onto the porch of her new house No perfect memories filled her mind And she felt dead knowing he wasn't coming back to make new ones
riley-finnegan
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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