our conversations never ran as dry as the wittered leaves in my bag,
no matter how simple our nites it was always the best time i had,
all the randomness i threw at you you always caught,
i love the way you smiled when lost my train of thought.
our conversations never ran too long like michigan winter,
i could have continued for days if we didn't have to consider slumber,
all the philosophical theories i explained you got,
and whenever we disagreed we politely fought.
we always talked about all the things that we thought,
we talked about everything,
except there was always something,
that i wanted to tell you,
but i didn't.
posted by fillshe @ 5:00 PM
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