Pink blue sky,
Reminds me of you,
When you held my hand,
Gently locked your fingers with mine,
And whispered,
"We are meant to be".
We were,
But not anymore,
I guess.
Because all I have now,
Are memories,
Bitter sweet memories.
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Pink blue sky,
Reminds me of you,
When you held my hand,
Gently locked your fingers with mine,
And whispered,
"We are meant to be".
We were,
But not anymore,
I guess.
Because all I have now,
Are memories,
Bitter sweet memories.