I miss those times,
When we had those lives,
Your hands on mine,
I felt alive,
When we only had to hurry,
To forget all about our worries,
My life was bleak,
But you made it sweet,
We heard a melody,
Sang in pure cacophony,
And made it our symphony,
Life was jealous of you and me,
Tried to take you from me,
But I held you tight in my arms,
In the warm daylight hours,
Told you were alright,
Since I fought all night,
We made it out just right,
Nothing can destroy us,
When it's You and Me,
Against the world.
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1 ; raindrops on my pain | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ❝Raindrops on the pain; my pain yet don't wash them away from my skin, can erase only the salty tears streaming down my face, and all of my fears remain on the surface, raindrops on the pain; my pain leave all the memories as a stain...
