these days we drift apart,
more often than we know it,
these days, those days are gone,
it's no longer buds and roses.
these days, days feel longer than the are,
these days we are no longer where we were,
these days we no longer hold hands,
these days we no longer hold stance.
these days we are more sad than we appear,
these days time stops and more tears,
these days we pray to be together,not,
these days we simply drift apart..