quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2013

Things

I miss the peace I felt While I was hanging with you.
How everything was so quiet, yet so unsettled.
I trusted you completely though I've not always talked what was on my mind
I guess I was letting that stay to days that would  wind up.

That's how I've dealt with so many things with you.
We spent so many time, just walking, just wandering around
Talking about each and every thing, that probably I never thought that would come a day when time wasn't enough, when we would stop hanging out.



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