they always told me about how i would cling onto your leg wherever you would go,
attached as if we were conjoined.
she always told me i got my dimples from you,
i get complimented on them a lot.
eleven years in the making
yet it somehow feels like it was just yesterday
reminiscing
i could never forget it
and of course 1992 pearl jam does not make the pain less wounding.
you would have known.
all the time.
i always imagine how things would be now
if history had been erased and re written.
it hurts all the time
i always get this stabbing sensation in my chest,
it's the memories.
it's the pain.
eleven years in the making,
and i wish i still could hear your voice.
the time could go backwards
the memories could rewind
but eleven years would still be eleven years
the other way around.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
they always told me about how i would cling onto your leg wherever you would go,
attached as if we were conjoined.
she always told me i got my dimples from you,
i get complimented on them a lot.
eleven years in the making
yet it somehow feels like it was just yesterday
reminiscing
i could never forget it
and of course 1992 pearl jam does not make the pain less wounding.
you would have known.
all the time.
i always imagine how things would be now
if history had been erased and re written.
it hurts all the time
i always get this stabbing sensation in my chest,
it's the memories.
it's the pain.
eleven years in the making,
and i wish i still could hear your voice.
the time could go backwards
the memories could rewind
but eleven years would still be eleven years
the other way around.
