Remember
remember the place I told you about a while ago?
with the lake, the ducks and the grass.
Lying in the sun, in each others arms.
well, it's not as magical as you might hope.
It's cold, the water is dirty and the ducks are nearly gone.
But still, it's the place, I want to be with you.
no roses, no flowers, the grass is turning yellow.
But I don't care, because it's my dream.
It's the place I want to have my memories.
It's the place, I already have a few memories.
The place where me and my friend shared our secrets.
It's where I wish I was kissed for the very first time.
That, unfortunately, was a little less romantic.
But how depressing the place actually is.
The sky is blue, the water isn't that cold,
and the grass is perfect to lie on.
I prefer to keep writing about how magical the place is,
I am right now.
But my fingers are turning cold,
And my bum starts to feel sore.
Just tell me, make sure I won't forget,
To one day, bring you here.
Because it's the most beautiful place
in the whole wide world.
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dit is toch zeker wel een van mijn favorieten. Dat komt omdat ik deze heb geschreven naar aanleiding van wat ik echt een keer wil.