well it seems now we have
returned to strangers,
but strangers with memories.
memories to be cherished
and revisited over the years;
memories of the best
and worst times
of our youths yet somehow
it'll always carry on through
the years as if it was just
yesterday i was in your arms.
maybe someday we can meet
for coffee and rejoice in
the good ole' days
when things were simpler,
and maybe then we'll be
two new people meeting
with the same old hearts
beating every so rapidly
from the simple look of
the other we hold dear.
but for now,
we'll remain strangers
like we were when
we began this all..
but now we're strangers
with the most beautiful chaos
that we cherish as memories of it all.
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Words of the heart
Poetryfor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
