I wrote this on June 7 2008 for a friend that moved away.
Late night phone calls-
Boring conversations-
Stubborn fights-
Deep conversations-
All the frivolous things we did,
I miss it.
Hiding the truth,
denying the lies.
Moving on,
When were stuck at the same path.
A wrong turn,
led me to the right.
Does this make sense?
Not because someone else took you away,
but because they gave you what I can't.
Happiness.
You asked me to save a piece for you,
You're so naive,
You've always had it.
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