strawberry swing


They were sitting. They were sitting in the strawberry swing. Every moment was so precious. They were talking in the strawberry swing. Everybody was for fighting. Wouldn’t wanna waste a thing. Cold, cold water. Bring me round. Now my feet won’t touch the ground. Cold, cold water. What ya say?

It’s such. Such a perfect day

I remember. We were walking up to strawberry swing. I can’t wait ’til the morning. Wouldn’t wanna change a thing.

People moving all the time. Inside a perfectly straight line. Don’t you wanna just curve away. When it’s such. It’s such a perfect day. ahh…

Now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind. Without you it’s a waste of time.

Now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind. Without you it’s a waste of time.

Now the sky could be blue, could be grey. Without you I’m just miles away.

Now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind. Without you it’s a waste of time.

Author: Aditya Sani

I would love to encourage people to read, to think and to typewrite. Founder of Midjournal.com.

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