Boys Room Vinyl

tell me what you think. its about a boy i knew. whom i absolutely adored. and now that he's gone, i wrote this about all the things we used to do together. just to give u an image of what this poem is about.

Better Times

I think back to better times. Back to bad movies and long walks. To bowling alleys and vinyl records. To a yellow room and purple dress. I think back to better times. Back to late night phone calls and the corner liquor store. To photographs and ring tones. To cheese quesadillas and backdoor escape routes. I think back to better times. Back to cut off jeans and spiders. To coffee mugs and benches. To mango tea and dog parks. I think back to better times. Back to falling and adoring. Back to holding and lying. Back to living and learning. Love is a gift, even when it is lost.