Thinking

August 21, 2014

Just thinking of you.

Thinking of you making someone else smile.

You holding them in your arms where I once was

Them making you smile like I did

You seem happy, but what about me?

I am just left here... alone.

Watching you be happy makes me think of the good times we had.

But clearly the good times are dead rotting in hell and they with never come back.

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