on the old photos of better times
the time we ran through the park and found a field
the time we rode our bikes through the hot summer air
or the night we danced eyes locked on each other
there was no one else in the room
our faces were glowing from the fire
we held hands and our breath
and made wishesa
nd gave kisses
that may be 2 or 3 ppl mushed in to one
but i'd like to cut their faces out and put yours.
:( i've been writing poetry all day
mushy ass poetry
its not about anyone tho
no one makes me happy.
who wants to try?
any takers?
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