ChunkOfWordsOfLonging

I'm still listening to the song,
that we used to love.

It's the one that was played
at the bistro that we first met,
At the bustop near the highway
where we first kissed.

How are you since we,
went our separate ways?

Even as
I'm writing this now,
I still cant forget you,
the song, our first and
last row.

I'm still listening to the song,
that we used to love.

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this chunk of words is nothing but a longing that I have for you.


CrushedHopes.