Thinking of a past the past we once had
The past we shared the memories that made me glad
The way you smile and the touch of your hands
but seeing you now really makes me sad, for your a friend I hold dare, and unto you I'll always care
So get up and be strong for the time will come when you'll be glad and living under the sun
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Interlude
PoetryA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
