String Theory Part 2

Faded memories

Arising to the surface

Desire to cry

 

I miss the old days

our easy conversations

The secrets we shared

 

The time that we spent

Together; laughing so hard

And crying at night

 

We used to be friends

Got streched across a mile

Misunderstandings

 

The mess is cleared up

But the scratches on the floor

Still remain quite deep.

The End

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