Is this now the time alone we dwell upon our past
Mull over with the precision of a watchmaker the mistakes we made
The back and forth of thoughts of what might have been
If only we took the leap of faith
If we followed our heart not our head
If we gave ourselves a chance
If we trusted that other
It is that time
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
Is this now the time alone we dwell upon our past
Mull over with the precision of a watchmaker the mistakes we made
The back and forth of thoughts of what might have been
If only we took the leap of faith
If we followed our heart not our head
If we gave ourselves a chance
If we trusted that other
It is that time
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