Freestyle

We lived freely and we lived happily

Optimistic for what would come next

We spoke of anything and everything

So dull moments could not exist

We never feared of screw ups

It was high flying through it all

Her cheer vanished my impatience

Making the worst situations the best

My best friend, always by my side

Through and through, 'till the end

 

 

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