Like an old photograph
scratched with age,
the memories a musty yellow now.
The edges bent out of shape.
Lies abandoned.
It was a prefect heartbreak.
Ripped right at the middle.
Warmth ran through every vein then.
Slate cold now.
Come on now, love.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Think of those days with me.
Walk with me through those months
rushed way too fast.
Remind me how we felt.
Even the lazy evenings when we squabbled.
The hours slipped, unknown to us.
The months, wrapped away so quickly.
A fine film of dust now,
where my heart warmed at the mere thought of you.
Walk with me through those months
rushed way too fast.
Remind me how we felt.
Even the lazy evenings when we squabbled.
The hours slipped, unknown to us.
The months, wrapped away so quickly.
A fine film of dust now,
where my heart warmed at the mere thought of you.
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