The other day I looked at some photos,
Memories played before me as if they were live.
How funny the way time moves and the way life goes,
What feels like a day was really 365.
So much can change in a year.
What you want, who you love, what you fear,
365 days can either give or take away all you hold dear.
For me, a year has brought me plenty,
New hair, new friends, another year in my 20s.
But what a year hasn't changed,
Is the way that I feel.
Between you and I, no words have been exchanged,
A year has done nothing, no wounds have been able to heal.
Some nights I'll look again at those photos and still shed a tear.
In time things will get better, check back again this time next year.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
The other day I looked at some photos,
Memories played before me as if they were live.
How funny the way time moves and the way life goes,
What feels like a day was really 365.
So much can change in a year.
What you want, who you love, what you fear,
365 days can either give or take away all you hold dear.
For me, a year has brought me plenty,
New hair, new friends, another year in my 20s.
But what a year hasn't changed,
Is the way that I feel.
Between you and I, no words have been exchanged,
A year has done nothing, no wounds have been able to heal.
Some nights I'll look again at those photos and still shed a tear.
In time things will get better, check back again this time next year.
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