• czar_the_lost_citadel 5w

    To my high school sweetheart
    To my young love

    A letter from before
    Back to my smiling years
    When love was innocent
    And wealth meant lunch money
    When sharing a pencil
    Was the height of love
    When clout and fame
    Meant answering questions in class
    When class
    Was just a room in school
    When friends were friends
    And discussed open secrets.

    To my high school sweetheart
    Thoughts of you ressurects years of laughter and smile
    A laughter silenced by the pains of adulthood
    Smiles rumpled by the tragedy of growing up

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