It's one of those days
when I can bear to listen to our songs
One of those days
when I let myself remember
Shake away the shackles that keep my mind
from wandering over to you
Because I know I'm too happy
to let the tears pour down
fuelling wild imagination in strangers' minds
Too happy remembering all the good things:
A fleeting glance, a tender look, the silliest remark
How well you know me.
How easily I confuse you and I.
It's one of those days when
the simple thought of you... being
proves to me that everything's complete.
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2 comments:
did u write these on ur own?
Is that your way of saying it's good? hehe.. Why, thanks!
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