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Memories

Poetry

For when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...

Real simple

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by Santchird

by Santchird

It used to be

really simple.

I would go

And you'd come,

And we'd talk,

And have fun.

Play some ball,

play some game,

Bouncing around

till the sunset.

And next day

Start all again.

It used to be

really simple.

Bracelet in my foot,

Showing the way,

Air free that the

wind would blow.

Imagination wild,

that cured our soul

Used to be so fun

Used to be great

We fell in love,

I fell so hard...

But then you'd gone

And blow all away.

It used to be

Really simple.