When I Think Of You The Old You Poem by martine boucher

I cried when I saw you
I`m pretty sure you wanted too
thruth is I miss the old you
I know you and I is not us.
I cried when i saw you
you`ve changed so much
I don`t know you anymore
but I will always love you
I think that if I don't tell you
you`ll always stay the way you are
And if you like yourself I don't want to change that
Its not my place to do anything
or say anything
love is stoping everything
including my love for you
i miss you
well the old you
I dont know if you miss me too