reflecting on friendship
past, present and future.
purest joy, deepest heartache.
why do peoples lives have to
take seperate paths?
why can't we always go on
sharing everything?
why must things change?
why must we grow up?
missing the presence of all
those who are a part of me,
my heart aches.
past, present and future.
purest joy, deepest heartache.
why do peoples lives have to
take seperate paths?
why can't we always go on
sharing everything?
why must things change?
why must we grow up?
missing the presence of all
those who are a part of me,
my heart aches.
1 Comments:
oh nanj, i am so sorry that I have not written to you or called you or anything. I am truly terrible!!!!
I did actually start a letter to you. I got as far as, Hello dear Pfeif, ...and that was the end of that. Oh misery and despair. How do you even still talk to me? Call me. I have many things to tell you.
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