I wish I could turn back time;
Hands running through warm summer hair,
Tongue to tongue
Indulging in one anothers being.
Young and running,
From what we knew as home.
Before twisted words,
And sharp tongues,
That ripped the paint
From the canvas of the life
We had created together.
I wish I could turn back time,
To before you showed me
Who you were.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
I wish I could turn back time;
Hands running through warm summer hair,
Tongue to tongue
Indulging in one anothers being.
Young and running,
From what we knew as home.
Before twisted words,
And sharp tongues,
That ripped the paint
From the canvas of the life
We had created together.
I wish I could turn back time,
To before you showed me
Who you were.