Memories of Love
Ren
The memories that once drew A smile on my face The same ones that woke me Up in the morning for a reason Are now the same memories That haunt me in my dreams in the darkest nights The same ones that were so close to my heart are now living in my mind I once kept the smile on my face when thinking of them But now Those memories brought me to tears My memories of love I've hidden my love from everyone I've even hidden it from you My heart have cried millions of times for your love Althouh you've never said the words I can still see the hidden love Shining behind your green eyes Even after you've given up and left I can't bare to hate you My memories of love Are leading me to tears But they also remind of what We once had And that enough for me
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Ren
@STELLA RAYMOND *whistles* Dang, this is one of my old days, I'm happy you like it!!!
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2020-05-11 18:36:34
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STELLA RAYMOND
@Ren yeah babe. I love this!
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2020-05-11 18:39:10
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Ren
@STELLA RAYMOND Thanks again 😻😻😻
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