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under the streetlights





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You use to pull my hair
and call me names until
I'd cry and beg you to let go.

We would sit on the
sidewalk under the
streetlights and eat
our popsicle's before
summer's night heat
would melt them away.   

Our youthful ignorance
and childhood memories
now lay hidden in days
we never miss.

And while you still call me
names and pull on my hair
I don't cry but beg for you
to never let go. 


~

Author notes

forgotten days
< 20 lines
~Thewordflow

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  • zillion
    November 15

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    I often think of these days as well. The line "we never miss" struck me. Because I've always thought I most certainly did miss those days. But now I'm wondering if I was just satisfied with them. If they just felt complete and I yearn for that feel again.


  • Thewordflow
    November 10

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    That's beautiful! You are an amazing writer and truly deserve the trophy I have given you, well done and never stop writing XD

    Thewordflow