I'll remember you
Like flowers pressed
Between pages of a book
Oh those memories of summer
Tuck away on my shelf
And then comes winter of old
I would have already moved on
And so have you
I will take out the book
to that page
let the flowers fall
I will remember you and me
I will remember us
You and I
You
And then
Me
As a bit warmth
Stirs in my
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YOU ARE READING
Inside of Me
PoetryPoems and words from inside of me. Some are random thoughts, others are pictures painted with words and some are a little bit of both.
