sometimes i lay inside my memories.
i wonder why i miss you so much.
pictures and letters become secret treasures.
to know..someone loved me like that..
someone really did love me like that..
just glad that i once experienced
true love's rare existence.
our love.
its still locked inside our time.
it shaped our rhymes
and changed
and changed
our minds.
and end is a beginning.though i miss you sometimes,
you showed me love is possible to find.
watch me grow,
without your pedals.
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