As days come and go
I sit and wonder of the times that have pass
The memories so clear
the outline of our time gone
slipped away into the night
Separate ways we shall go
walking in the shadows
trying to find new life
A love that felt...meant to be...
has faded into memories
The tears that cry, cry wondering why?
No longer can I take the rose color glasses
I must walk, head held high
into the present, letting go of the love that
was not meant to be...
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
As days come and go
I sit and wonder of the times that have pass
The memories so clear
the outline of our time gone
slipped away into the night
Separate ways we shall go
walking in the shadows
trying to find new life
A love that felt...meant to be...
has faded into memories
The tears that cry, cry wondering why?
No longer can I take the rose color glasses
I must walk, head held high
into the present, letting go of the love that
was not meant to be...
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