I look at you and Im reminded of only good things.
Warm feelings that now seem to have escaped my life completely.
Making these memories didnt seem to be the heartfelt kind.
I think we just glorify things over time.
Playing memories back over and over in our mind,
until the memory played, is a memory made
by your lonely heart.
i remember the start.
We met that winter,
the first year the city had ever been through
the frost.
When the roads closed down we got lost,
walking around til all our energy was exhaust.
Days seemed shorter, it was just as chaotic then
but now it all seems to have been so perfectly ordered.