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Remember.


Remember that time when you said hello,

But they just kept walking. . . like they didn't know,

They just kept talking. . . behind your back,

All their words feel like blisterings smacks,

To the face. . .

 

Remember that time when you went to class,

But you sat in the back afraid to ask,

Because they're so mean with the things they say,

So you feel it matters none anyway. . .

 

Remember that time when she sat by you,

But you don't give in because you're no fool,

But wait. . . somethings different. . . somethings changed,

She isn't laughing or heckling names,

No. . . she is beautiful. . .

 

 

Remember that time when you said hello,

And she said it back. . . that smile you love across her face,

So you slow your walk to match her pace,

You walk down the hall, hear no lies,

The glances dead and nullified. . .

 

Remember that time when you were saved,

By that girl in the dress who finally gave. . . her heart,

To something she loved,

Never apart, hand in hand. . .

 

Remember that time when you said, "I do,'

There she was, at the altar saying it too,

The smile you love across her lips,

You want to kiss, this is your chance,

The perfect song, you choose to dance. . .

 

Remember that smirk she loves across your face,

The one she longs to live for and chase,

With every chance you say, "I love you."

She stares back, then says it too.

 

Remember that time. . .

Rememeber.

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