We were lovers once in Paris:

the city of lights and love

and promises sans thought.

No holds barred down the Rue des Barres,

we counted cobblestones like stars

and when I kissed your lips

we clinked our teeth

and promised on Point Zero,

to Paris, not adieu but au revoir,

and to each other, toujours.

We were lovers once in Paris,

but we will not return.

Though you and I might walk the streets,

never together, and not forever.

I miss the places that you’ve been,

the déjà vécu, or perhaps déjà voulu.

Paris, France is still Paris, France,

but that city was another dream

for an other-me and an other-you.

To that life, adieu.

So..I'm your backup, when you have no one?

I'm the one you drag along,

As soon as your fed up, to you I am gone,

And you call yourself a friend?

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I suppose you could call this my first proper post. If you found this some what depressing then I'm sorry, but I decided to write about friends considering I've been ditched myself. I understand if it's not very good/too short,haven't written in a while, if so leave a comment on how I can improve and hopefully I'll get better!

Hello, my names Amy. A while ago I was on an app called opuss. I can't tell if Sammie will remember me? But my friend saw that Sammie was manager of this app and so I thought I would try it. Sorry if this post is counted as spam or anything that is against any rules of this app. I'm not very familiar with it, I just thought I'd introduce myself.

Thank you!

Amy-x