May 16, 2011
By Yaz97 BRONZE, Toronto, Other
Yaz97 BRONZE, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Do not be afraid of going slow, be afraid of staning still"

I miss you writing filling the page
The smell of you hair, and the dot in your eye
The way your voice just seemed to fit with mine
Late December nights, huddled in the cold,
Our hearts fused together, made a mold

These memories of mine, Stored safe away
Scare me, for I fear they may begin to fade.

I never thought that a friendship like ours,
Would cave under the madness that fogs the stars
My house fell as we fell,
But that's getting fixed,
Now tell me Em,
What about this?

The author's comments:
Well, my best friend "Em" and I broke up I guess. And it was terrible.

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