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inspired poems poetry taylorswift

I remember it all
the first time we met
the the autumn leaves began to fall
i waited by the phone
and felt like a little girl when you called
we talked on the phone till midnight
told each other about our lives
when you were a kid you dressed up in glasses and a cape
you pretended that you were clark kent there to save louis lane.
i guess some things just don't change.
we'd laugh about the little things
and talk about nothing.
But those small talks were everything.
i remember it all
i remember every memory
i never could have saw it coming
Drinking coffee at midnight
staring into your eyes
everything was magical
we had endless time
every stupid fight
it only brought us closer every time.
you were the love of my life.
I remember it all
autumn turned to winter
It started to storm
the magic we'd once had
we didn't have it anymore.
i went back home
you said you would come to me.
i held on to that promise
you called me up tonight
said that you had to be honest
my heart crumpled like pieces into paper.
I remember it all
wanting to say something
but not wanting to say anything at all.
i expected too much
you never said enough
i remember it all like it end yesterday
holding hands and me laughing when you tried to dance.
i loved you with everything i had
you told me you used to love me
i was already in your past
It didn't take you long to move on
i still play your favorite songs
i wish i could forget you that fast
but it's hard to forget
when you thought forever was meant to last.
i wish i could forget
but in my heart
i know it's not true
i want to remember it allWszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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