Maybe as time goes by,
And heals these wounds,
As we change and morph into different versions of ourselves -
Maybe then, the time will be right.
Or maybe, the time will never be right
And all we’ll have are the moments passed.
I’ll miss you forever,
With an aching heart that will never forget you.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Maybe as time goes by,
And heals these wounds,
As we change and morph into different versions of ourselves -
Maybe then, the time will be right.
Or maybe, the time will never be right
And all we’ll have are the moments passed.
I’ll miss you forever,
With an aching heart that will never forget you.
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