Sifting through these "healed" up wounds
I cannot paint a picture of
The things we used to feel about
our quaint unceasing love
At least I know I felt that way
a memory we held to sear
Of child like nostalgia
bound in silliness, hope and fear
Our love was not so ordinary
but we didn't give a Fuck
I thought it was too good to be
within my realm of luck
For what it was, I can't deny
I only reminisce
An energy of substance
as tender as your kiss
An energy of substance
as tender as your kiss
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