We
As I sit here i'm thinking.
I'm thinking of you.
Of how many times we've talked.
Its funny though.
All thaw conversations have been great.
But they've made me think.
Im glad we talk.
We tell each other things.
We reminisce.
At first I thought exes couldn't be friends.
But I was wrong.
Its a good thing.
It means we can still talk without being together.
Hey your flow is showing.
I've seen that glow twice.
We still agree on one thing.
Its hard fir us to find love.
These conversations are the key.
They give us a chance to spill.
The chance to spill our guts.
Let go of things.
Ask questions and get answers.
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