Footsteps that you hear down the hall
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall
And you see Laura on a train that is passing through
Those eyes how familiar they seem
She gave her very first kiss to you
That was Laura...
But she's not the same anymore.
1 comment:
Wow, this breaks my heart alittle bit.
It's got this melancholy feel to it. But then it's sad.
I love it, and hate it. Ofcourse. Great writing though.
I recieved like a billion invites to view your blog. I'm not really sure what exactly to view.... what exactly to view?
Peace and Blessings Dear
-BIllyBOb
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