Some days I miss our youth
Those moments when we wrote letters
Sung one another our favorite songs
And danced like no one was watching
The days when we were young and seemingly carefree
Our worries then, are mere dreams of what we wish we were still worried about
I miss our youth but our present is something to awe at
You’ve opened my eyes to progression
The picture is underneath a better magnifying glass & I can see us…
I’m glad we are here but I do miss those years
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