Not knowing where to start or where to end
I go with that which is forever there
So many years gone by, stories left untold
So many glasses of wine we could've shared
Although everything tells me that I'm alone
I never doubted that you haven't left
Because I haven't forgotten for a second
Your eyes, your hair, your smell, your breath
1 comment:
nice.
memories.
nice.
v.
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