The world is tilted, rose colored notes lilt from her mouth
The one I’ve tried so hard to recompense.
Softly falling upon my eyes I see him, myself
Coming forth from the past, present now in this instance
Pondering waves emanate from his figure
Nothing has changed, attempt two, three, ten thousand
And nothing is different.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
The world is tilted, rose colored notes lilt from her mouth
The one I’ve tried so hard to recompense.
Softly falling upon my eyes I see him, myself
Coming forth from the past, present now in this instance
Pondering waves emanate from his figure
Nothing has changed, attempt two, three, ten thousand
And nothing is different.
Could we really change anything if we went back in time? Would we want to?
