Have you stopped writing?
The streets we used to walk are forgetting the sound of our footsteps
The soles of our feet forget the heat of the pavement
Barefoot Arizona summer
Our hearts forget the sugar high pace,
The remaining memories lose their clarity
All childhood games end eventually
I think magic only exists when you’re young
I think we lost it somewhere along the way
I wish I could remember
I’d give anything to relive those days
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 1:43 AM UTC
Have you stopped writing?
The streets we used to walk are forgetting the sound of our footsteps
The soles of our feet forget the heat of the pavement
Barefoot Arizona summer
Our hearts forget the sugar high pace,
The remaining memories lose their clarity
All childhood games end eventually
I think magic only exists when you’re young
I think we lost it somewhere along the way
I wish I could remember
I’d give anything to relive those days
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