Friday, 11 February 2011


you know how the time flies, 
only yesterday was the time of our lives, 
we were born and raised in a summer haze, 
bound by the surprise of our glory days.

i hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, 
but I couldn't stay away,i couldn't fight it, 
i had hoped you'd see my face, 
& that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over.

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