Lying in my bed, my mind begins to stir
Glowing lamplights of reminiscence
I can still remember all the moments
In my life
That defined me
Shaped my being
I still can picture them
And I treasure them
Bright jewels in the dust
Not all good, still none bad
I can still see the lights shining, thoughts rushing
Through my head
I wish you were with me
I'm falling apart
I love you, even after what you did.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Lying in my bed, my mind begins to stir
Glowing lamplights of reminiscence
I can still remember all the moments
In my life
That defined me
Shaped my being
I still can picture them
And I treasure them
Bright jewels in the dust
Not all good, still none bad
I can still see the lights shining, thoughts rushing
Through my head
I wish you were with me
I'm falling apart
I love you, even after what you did.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
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