Forgetting about you is difficult.
The smallest things remind me of you, like the sunset and that song I sang for you.
I need to get you out of my head.
I need you out of my mind...
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The Quiet
PoetryShe was sadly drowning. She met a pair of lovely eyes. She was slowly learning how to live without her. She quietly crashed onto the rocky shore. What was next for her? Copyright of ShanbaeXOXO 2017
Thirty
Forgetting about you is difficult.
The smallest things remind me of you, like the sunset and that song I sang for you.
I need to get you out of my head.
I need you out of my mind...
