Those Days

All of those days,
So long before
All of those days
Were never a bore.
Certain feelings
Had danced around
And these feelings
Once again found.

All of these days
We’re talking again.
All of these days
Becoming more than a friend.
Again certain feelings
Playing our minds
Makes us believe
Everything’s fine

All the next days
What does the future hold?
All the next days
What will unfold?
These certain feelings
Makes us wonder what’s next
In our complex lives
And keeps up perplexed.

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