Jul 2015
It's always in a song.
The one I play on repeat.
It's up loud.
But only I can hear it.
It's the same beat.
But always slower than my pulse.
Taking you to places where your heart knows.
3.52 min is all it takes.
I used to yearn but now it's admired.
Always the same song. Just the memories change.
The one I play on repeat.
It's up loud.
But only I can hear it.
It's the same beat.
But always slower than my pulse.
Taking you to places where your heart knows.
3.52 min is all it takes.
I used to yearn but now it's admired.
Always the same song. Just the memories change.
In years from now, songs will be our vaults of precious moments and people.
Written by
Chelle captured
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