Here I was again
Counting sheeps in my headRemembering happy thoughts
Never been the same, again and againThinking we could be it
Until one day you didn't remember meWaved hello at the hall
But you didn't respond meNow it hardly hurts
Because everyday I remember itTo end the aching pain
I'll close my eyes and try to dream again
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Scribbled Notes
Poesiarandom words made by a hopeless 12 year old gal. //#277 in poetry//