Ran away from our problems
Sat in the darkness of your car,
Watching the blackened park
Watching those cars across the way.
I remember it.
But!
Once upon a time.
We have this future.
We could go far.
I shan't dwell on this much.
You tie my heart into little knots.
It's alright.
I like this pain in this pleasure.
You're smile, though not always for me, makes it worth this.
Happy Holidays, dearling.
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