Photobooth

I love the winter,
When the snow falls down so slowly,
These are the days you might fill with laughter,
I miss you,
Your big greyish eyes and the way you loved me,
(Used to).

We were in the photobooth,
So in love,
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?
We were so happy,
Sitting at the park,
Oh what a garden of delight.

I miss the ocean,
All the waves and the sand,
I can’t explain,
You would not understand,
The past has made me who I am.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009