Reminiscing,
Before the head games.
When words came easy and there were no pains.
When the warm summer air carried the smell of cut grass.
And I think of your eyes, because they are green.
Sometimes I listen to that old Taylor Swift song.
The one that says your name,
Like it's written just for you, because her words are spot-on.
And I wish I could do you justice like that.
-B
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