New songs and old memories.
Sometimes in weakness, right before I wake,
my mind still drifts back to you.
How invincible we were.
And how our timing was never quite right.
Somehow leading to downward spirals.
Losing touch with reality.
With no safe point to return to.
No words could have saved me from what I didnt understand.
Will I ever be able to say goodbye?
1 comment:
.." and how our timing was never quite right". how true; of most things.
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