Today I thought about all the people in your life that you chose over me. And how they really don't know you, and they never will. I remember mornings when I woke up to the sound of your voice. I thought about what a privilege that was. To open my eyes and see you sitting on our bed, strumming your guitar, and smoking your first cigarette of the day. All I want is to go back to that January morning cold and bitter, but warm in bed.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about the good times...
Birth sign: Aries
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