Santro cars, big smiles, and the sound of music will always remind me of her,The girl buried in my memoriesBeyond the reach of my heart When I hear her nameThoughts of the past hijack my mindI text herTo see if she has forgotten me yetTo see if she will still talk to meShe doesShe talks … Continue reading Memories


In My Heart


I shouldn't have asked her to get on my bike; I shouldn't have wanted to take a ride with her; I shouldn't have dreamed about spending as much time as I can with her.