My memory
Even though he might seem
Cold and bitter but still glee
Will take him over that very moment
He thinks of days he spent with me
Even though his heart might seem numb
But a broken smile is sure to come
The moment you will mention me
Will ignite the rumination spree
Even though he might appear
Under the spell of swaying breeze
Still somewhere in his eyes you might see
Memories of us t...
Wednesday 19th April 2017 6:02 pm
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