We kissed, We touched
A strong friendship
that now doesn't mean much
Since that day,
We have gone our own ways,
Our paths haven't crossed,
But it felt like Jack Frost
Had paid us a visit
I was nearly pushed over my limit
We have since walked on broken glass
I often find myself thinking of the past
I long to breath in the very
same air that you did,
I long to hold your hand, and
feel your warmth surge through me
I miss you, and I want our friendship back...
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