Could it be l light switch
On for its seasons, then turned of with no thought?
Who is there to judge an emotion?
While some may be filled with it,
others have none..
I was lost within it
the nostalgia of perfection
the completeness I felt...
I thought you did too..
So many things can make you question your perception,
how was it unseen,
how could I of been so foolish.
there are questions,
but I suppose their always are.
One day it will be fond memories
as for now,
its a storm in the middle of the sea..
I cant wait to see land.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Could it be l light switch
On for its seasons, then turned of with no thought?
Who is there to judge an emotion?
While some may be filled with it,
others have none..
I was lost within it
the nostalgia of perfection
the completeness I felt...
I thought you did too..
So many things can make you question your perception,
how was it unseen,
how could I of been so foolish.
there are questions,
but I suppose their always are.
One day it will be fond memories
as for now,
its a storm in the middle of the sea..
I cant wait to see land.
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