They are the only thing that can make us feel how we did that day,
words cannot say or even be placed,
its a feeling that is raced, to make us smile and even cry.
When at that time, as if... If only we could capture what was,
How I wish for time to stand still but sadly what once was,
will never be.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
They are the only thing that can make us feel how we did that day,
words cannot say or even be placed,
its a feeling that is raced, to make us smile and even cry.
When at that time, as if... If only we could capture what was,
How I wish for time to stand still but sadly what once was,
will never be.
Taken from "Tears From An Adict" www.tearsfromanaddict.com
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