In The Way We Remember ✮ Bobby Skeetz

Some people fade, like photographs.
Others become every song you've ever written.

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Quiet Irish summers were once all they knew.
When fame took him one way, life took her another.

He was the boy who turned her summers into songs.
She was the girl who saw him before the world did.

When it felt like the only eyes on him were now strangers, hers appear as if they never left.

Perhaps certain images never fade, especially those you've wrote about for the last 8 years.

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