Memory

I look at one little silly thing,
The iPod that I decided to bring.
I remember that day clear as nighttime air.
You looked at me with those eyes that I couldn't bear.

And I brought it that day.
We listened to it, it seemed like everything was going my way.
I remember looking into your chocolate brown eyes.
Oh how I miss those happy times...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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