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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