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the good times
Contributed by
bheuey
on
Sunday, 30th November 2003 @ 11:42:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Tonight is not the first time
that i sat here all alone
Thinking about all my troubles
that i have grown
But i try not to think about
what we used to have
Driving around together
no thought of being sad
We loved to be the rebels
All day we'd get high
No worries of anything
That we did or tried
You'd meet me at my window
On a late Saturday night
I'd sneak out my bedroom
for some fries
You'd call me up to tell me
To sing you a lullabye
I'd tell you, that i'd do it
Without asking why
But now you're all grown up
My, you've grown so fast
Things will never seem like they
were back in the past
I wonder if you see me
From across the room
It looks as if you are studying
everything i do
I see you start to get up
approach me cautioasly
after all these years
You look the same to me
The good times,
i start to remember
the good times
Copyright ©
bheuey
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2003-11-30 23:42:06] (Date/Time posted on
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