A small faded blue paper heart
Torn and rigid with marks of black pen
I made it just for you
But i haven't seen you in three years, but to me it feels like ten
I still see you in my mind
Smiling at me with your crooked smile
But i know that for me its all behind
I don't know how you would look now, but i can guess
Your tall
have brown hair and eyes
and you'll never tell me any lies
you'll still have your voice, different but still the same
Calming and always sounding unsure
you'll still always be funny
you'll still always have that doughnut shaped head i always loved
your nickname for me was 'woman' when ever i made you angry
i loved that too
and one thing that will always stay the same is our little paper heart thats blue
so everytime i look at that little blue paper heart you know i'll always be thinking of you
For, Mitchell
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