to the thought of me. sometimes i hope you see a clear blue sky and you
remember my eyes lighting up for such a nice day. sometimes i wonder if you
still remember my face in all the memories we had. sometimes i wish you
were still here, but if you wanted to be then you would be. you chose to leave,
oh well.not talking to me
leads you
nowheresometimes i hope you put mayonnaise on your fries and your mind wanders