In The End, All We Have Are Ourselves
Because it was just
weird, you know? He told
me that it would
always be
the same. He said
our faces may change but
our hearts won't
and that's all that
matters in the end. And I
believed him.
And I'm sitting here now
with Mayday Parade
pouring through my
ears and unfinished
Spanish homework on my
desk. Too bad
he was wrong. Too bad
people change more
than faces and
too bad I remember his face
just as much as
the way the corners of his
mouth stretched up
when he smiled and I
let mine do
the same.
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true that
what's nice about people's writing
is that even though I may not understand
exactly what they were writing about
I can make it mean something for me.
so, thank you
for writing this
haha
karlie
You're welcome. :)
You're welcome.
:)
Haunted by memories of
Haunted by memories of faces? Well, I guess that beats amnesia...
:)SnowStars