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Turn the page... There's a young boy that I'd soon meet. A lad with eyes and a smile beyond the confines of the street. Turn the page... Oh the joys of childhood! We got along well. We were neighbors, yes. But for both of us, we were friends. Turn the page... Allow me to tell him, tell him what I really think. That being 'cool' doesn't require being a **** to other kids. Turn the page... I see myself in his arms. A night of eternal treasure. He was mine and I was his, Our love was real, our love was pure. Turn the page... A tearful goodbye. A promise made. We'll survive the distance. Have faith that 'us' will stay alive. Turn the page... A broken heart. Who were we kidding? We had to let go 'Us' is now gone. Turn the page... We meet again. Each with a new story to share. I hear about his life, My heart begins to stir. Turn the page... We took the chance once more. Again I felt him beside me. I know I'll savor this feeling of comfort, love, sublimity. Turn the page... He's filled with excitement. He and I, a family. I knew then and there I was truly happy. Turn the page... The munchkins have grown, but we so much older. The life we've lived together our love so much fonder. Turn the page... I promised not to cry but I'd rather he left like he did. For I'd rather bear his absence than have him feel this pain. Turn the page... But there aren't any left. Nothing real to look back on Not even time can bring back Something that never was. I was always his but I knew that he never was mine.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Time Machine
Turn the page... There's a young boy that I'd soon meet. A lad with eyes and a smile beyond the confines of the street. Turn the page... Oh the joys of childhood! We got along well. We were neighbors, yes. But for both of us, we were friends. Turn the page... Allow me to tell him, tell him what I really think. That being 'cool' doesn't require being a **** to other kids. Turn the page... I see myself in his arms. A night of eternal treasure. He was mine and I was his, Our love was real, our love was pure. Turn the page... A tearful goodbye. A promise made. We'll survive the distance. Have faith that 'us' will stay alive. Turn the page... A broken heart. Who were we kidding? We had to let go 'Us' is now gone. Turn the page... We meet again. Each with a new story to share. I hear about his life, My heart begins to stir. Turn the page... We took the chance once more. Again I felt him beside me. I know I'll savor this feeling of comfort, love, sublimity. Turn the page... He's filled with excitement. He and I, a family. I knew then and there I was truly happy. Turn the page... The munchkins have grown, but we so much older. The life we've lived together our love so much fonder. Turn the page... I promised not to cry but I'd rather he left like he did. For I'd rather bear his absence than have him feel this pain. Turn the page... But there aren't any left. Nothing real to look back on Not even time can bring back Something that never was. I was always his but I knew that he never was mine.
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
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