The lack of those little things
Having us wonder why
Our lack of those little things
Ushers a pitiful sigh
Frequenting past memories
O what might have been
Stressing and guessing
That old yet relevant scene
Nips and Tucks for those little stucks
That finesse I could not find
Yearning for those times again,
To remove thy finger from rewind.
Hand up high, or put the head in
Tomorrow pondering , O what might have been.
Illiterate to those times past being
To those times of silence we,ve all seen.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
The lack of those little things
Having us wonder why
Our lack of those little things
Ushers a pitiful sigh
Frequenting past memories
O what might have been
Stressing and guessing
That old yet relevant scene
Nips and Tucks for those little stucks
That finesse I could not find
Yearning for those times again,
To remove thy finger from rewind.
Hand up high, or put the head in
Tomorrow pondering , O what might have been.
Illiterate to those times past being
To those times of silence we,ve all seen.
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