Meeting an ex-lover rekndles old feelings but fail (Remove filter)
Yesterday's Dreams
Seeing you in Stockport
slight glance meaning more
shiny sexy blonde hair.
Remembering when so brown
running my hands through
caressing every single strand.
In yesterdays's hazy dreams
emotionaly drunk never sober
a crazy wild time.
How are you hello's?
empty smiles stale conversation
wet lips stay dry.
Lost love stays hidden
we say our go...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:45 pm
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