That girl kind of tried to walk away,
My heart in her hands,
She found me when I didn’t even know,
That I needed to be found.
She brushes her hands to get rid of the dirt and grim,
From the dusty boxes,
She was just looking through our memories,
Those old photographs I’d forgotten about,
Tossed in some box,
Forgotten in the dark.
Something tells me,
We’re going to stick together,
Through the thick and the thin,
Until we become like those dusty boxes,
Full of memories that never will die.
Author notes
This is my final "song" for right now - although I'm expanding the four-story series to make a second set of four short stories, and since it's about a band - I'll probably have four more songs.
erica[♥]xoxo
♥ some things are heartbreaking, others earth-shattering . . .
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i like this its sweet and the last line is perfect! don't kill me but i think i'm gunna steal your idea{the band thing} for a story{to enter in your contest}
~emmy♥
P.S can't wait till thursday! {i'll show you those on thursday!}
P.P.S TOMORROW! I forgot today was wednsday!
P.P.P.S Luvvyyaa!!!!!
♥
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I CAN'T WAIT. When you get this - I'm going to be with you!
Oh...and I sort of skipped first & second today... maybe if you poke me I'll explain it.
erica[♥]xoxo
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