i remember
all the memories we made
at the stroke of 12
in the middle
of the night.
all the moments
we spent together
dreaming of
the future
we have together
when we get out.
thinking of the life
we would live
once we are away
from the horrors
and nightmares
that reek in this life.
wondering about
where we would go
and who we would be
once we got out
and burned this town
and left it all behind
and never
ever
not ever
looked back.
all the memories
we made
at the stroke of midnight,
they are
anything
but
coming true
because there is
no more
a me and you.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
i remember
all the memories we made
at the stroke of 12
in the middle
of the night.
all the moments
we spent together
dreaming of
the future
we have together
when we get out.
thinking of the life
we would live
once we are away
from the horrors
and nightmares
that reek in this life.
wondering about
where we would go
and who we would be
once we got out
and burned this town
and left it all behind
and never
ever
not ever
looked back.
all the memories
we made
at the stroke of midnight,
they are
anything
but
coming true
because there is
no more
a me and you.