A Broken Past

A Broken Past






 I can't sing you a song

I don't know if I am wrong


I can just write a poem

In these streets I roam


Is it you that I miss

And now do I reminisce 


You exist 

Like a mist

In the words I write

In my blurry sight

In the texts I type

In these tears I wipe


Now you are just a thought

Often thought by Foxtrot

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