and in that moment, i swear we were infinite.
A wasted life, a wasted day, a wasted time we threw away, a cup of tea spilled on the floor, our first initials on the door, a memory that once seemed great, our separation was just fate..
I remember moments where nothing was complex; life itself was simple, time froze, and I was happy. But that's just what that was. A memory..
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops' because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...