Experiences turn to memories
and memories turn like pages,
never erased but easily forgotten.
Bridges can be burned and destroyed
but its a decision of ours,
to rebuild and grow stronger.
We turn to the past for answers,
but are returned with nothing but haunts.
Moving on is not becoming easy,
take it back to when not one worry was needed.
Moments pass like years,
this is what i have feared.
Days blend into another creating
a tired, restless soul aching for affection.
Please return with your light.
Shine over and illuminate my sight.
Show me they way to the truth
of this dream.
Bring me back to reality.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Experiences turn to memories
and memories turn like pages,
never erased but easily forgotten.
Bridges can be burned and destroyed
but its a decision of ours,
to rebuild and grow stronger.
We turn to the past for answers,
but are returned with nothing but haunts.
Moving on is not becoming easy,
take it back to when not one worry was needed.
Moments pass like years,
this is what i have feared.
Days blend into another creating
a tired, restless soul aching for affection.
Please return with your light.
Shine over and illuminate my sight.
Show me they way to the truth
of this dream.
Bring me back to reality.
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