The thing I love most in life,
Started with a thought;
Where everything seems lost,
but eventually,
You'll smile
As you think,
It was surely worth my while.
We lost it,
But found another.
We had it,
But we gave up.
Was it really it then?
When we both threw it away,
Was it really it?
Or it had lost its meaning?
Is it really me? Or is it all you?
No more answers, just questions.
No more decisions, just routines.
No more us, just... Memories
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
The thing I love most in life,
Started with a thought;
Where everything seems lost,
but eventually,
You'll smile
As you think,
It was surely worth my while.
We lost it,
But found another.
We had it,
But we gave up.
Was it really it then?
When we both threw it away,
Was it really it?
Or it had lost its meaning?
Is it really me? Or is it all you?
No more answers, just questions.
No more decisions, just routines.
No more us, just... Memories
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