I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart.
For all the moments,
Happening in the present
Will become memories of the past
That I will hold close,
Wishing every day
I could go back.
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
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