Pictures
Picture of the past,
Replaced with pictures of you.
The fun times that turned sour then,
Is just history now.
Standing on the edge of ,
Dark and light,
We raise our hands, and
Bring love to a new future
Those worn out memories
Are gone,
Pushed away by the tides of
A new friendship.
Nothing they can do,
Can change the past,
But you can change,
The future.
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