I look back on the days and how we had so many good times, and how we wasted our youth on being reckless and free.
And then I realise all the things you did to me, and how I should forget you, but love doesn't work that way.
And instead of forgeting about you, it's flipped sides.
I strangely miss you.
Love is just that strong I guess.
Not even broken promises,
White lies,
And long car drives in which we would argue all the time,
Could keep us from being together.
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°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved