twenty four | remember?
remember those times we'd share
with the utopian sunset and a glass
of white wine?
remember those days we'd spend
running around the sun soaked grass
and laugh at the fact that we always
seemed to cross the line?
remember those nights we'd spend
staying up until the sunlit morning
doing whatever lovers did, just
making sure you were mine?
no? I thought so.
maybe you were so drunk on the
thought of love that you never really
felt it when it was there,
because the moments we share
are the moments you tear.
— ; a.m
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