What It Used To Be

I remember how it used to be
when nothing else mattered except you and me
Our memories and future dreams

What used to be us?

What used to be me?

What used to be the lack of anything in between?

What used to be us?

What used to be me?

What used to be the last kiss on halloween?

I remember how it used to be
the times when i could still be me
The memory of when our love was free

I remember how i used to see
your loving smile, those perfect teeth
Now all they are are dreams

What used to be us?

What used to be me?

What used to be the lack of anything in between?

What used to be us?

What used to be me?

What used to be the last kiss in a dream?

This isnt what I had in mind for me
But then again my future isn’t what i expected it to be

What it used to be, so special to me
Like a farmer lovingly caring for his tree
My only passion; what it used to be

#a-poem-a-day, #poems, #poetry

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