Just blah blah blahing

It’s upon the times that we fight and tear each other apart, But we miss what we were and what we use to be. Somewhere out there is somebody we use to know, somebody we use to want to know. We are waiting for that one bad thing to come up on us but we use to wait for that beautiful thing that was going to happen, the one thing we were waiting for, the smell of fresh hot bread in the morning that stranger that would come knocking, we would have a cuppa with. I wish I had the outlook that use to be I want to be what we use to be living in the world not yours and mine.

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  • tommyart47
  • Cliff Vestergaard