they said

"How grateful I am to have you"

and

"Tell her I have mine; her name is you"

hello, baby

I've been a terrible person to you. Sorry.
I'm tired.
I can't tell you something that ain't real.
We're this close to fading, baby.
I'm sorry.

MYthird

It's from PSHS' Third Batch yearbook, I think it was made by one of the seniors, and I L-O-V-E it.
For my third generation, my Recoureveuns.

thewonderfulbatch

by Caesarean Rayhan Cein

As we moved on, into that herd

A new region, we had never heard

Soon we found out, the anguish reserved

We got sick and fed up, somehow all are ignored

We get along, we joked and fought

These things I long, are now just a thought

Sometimes we smile, sometimes we whine

We kept them all in a file, buried in our fine mind.

What seemed disturbing, are now sweet in your vein

and all are fading, never to return again.

Oh, how I miss the pictures, those moments I've catched

The priceless experiences & memories,

all found in the precious wonderful ...

third batch

To my third generation.

You, RVS boys and RVS girls.

You.

I miss you.

I miss the way we used to be.