How It Used To Be


Posted on 24th Jun 2020 01:41 pm by rohit kumar

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

I'd always dodge her punch

I said I didn't like her

But it wasn't true

I liked to be around her

Without her I was blue

Then at lunch, we'd sit together

With our lunches made

From our caring mothers

Damn I miss first grade

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