trip to the past
These tears want to fallBut I won't let them
They are not tears of pain
But joy
So happy to talk to you
But yet mad
Glad to be friends
Happy thats that and nothing more
Walking with you behind the building
In the cold with your blue jacket
Happy to know that I have a friend like you
So let my mind wander
My imagination soar
And my eyes seek
And one day things won't be the same but for once
I was lucky.....
And got a trip to the past
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