although much time has passed, memories of your hands clutching my arm in snowy winters and talking about dreams by torchlight between sheets are still as vivid as ever. in a room full of people you still caught my eye. your glimmering dress complimented your eyes and your black ankle boots tapped the floor of the staircase you sat at. you started to talk to me and it felt nice to hear your voice again. you knew I always listened and cared and you took advantage of that that night as you continued to talk about the new boy you love and the stack of records you friend bought you.
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your graduation//a poem
Poetry"you weren't the only one who thought of us that way, i spend most nights awake wide awake. i never though that i oh i would see the day, where i'd just let you go let you walk away, where i let you walk away" - your graduation // mo...
