I miss the good old days
Where we would go to the mall
Read books
Write poetry
And laugh
I miss the good old days
Where we would sleep over at each others houses
Talking about boys
And girls
And music
I miss the good old days
Where we would fight
But the next day
We would hug and make up
I miss the good old days
Where we would watch sad movies
And cry our hearts out
While hugging each other
I miss the good old days
Where we could call each other
Best friends
But i guess
Friends grow apart
I wish we didnt
Because I miss the good old days
And I hope you do too...
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC
I miss the good old days
Where we would go to the mall
Read books
Write poetry
And laugh
I miss the good old days
Where we would sleep over at each others houses
Talking about boys
And girls
And music
I miss the good old days
Where we would fight
But the next day
We would hug and make up
I miss the good old days
Where we would watch sad movies
And cry our hearts out
While hugging each other
I miss the good old days
Where we could call each other
Best friends
But i guess
Friends grow apart
I wish we didnt
Because I miss the good old days
And I hope you do too...
Growing apart...
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