I can hear the sweet whisper
Of your voice,
It smells of whisky and sunshine
And I float
With drunken bliss as I feel your
Kiss upon my lips.
That old country road
We traveled
Ended at our picket fence
Where we built
Our lives together.
Young love
Euphoric and rich.
I see so clearly
Those still summer nights,
Time was talking
I wish we would have listened then.
Youth and wisdom...
Contradictory entities that blind the eyes
Of worldly knowledge.
We see what lies behind us
After mistakes are made.
Retrospect is of no use when
Damage is done.
Now I sit in the car staring down
That old country road
Past that white picket fence
Wondering yet again
Where we'd be if only I knew
What I didn't know then.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
I can hear the sweet whisper
Of your voice,
It smells of whisky and sunshine
And I float
With drunken bliss as I feel your
Kiss upon my lips.
That old country road
We traveled
Ended at our picket fence
Where we built
Our lives together.
Young love
Euphoric and rich.
I see so clearly
Those still summer nights,
Time was talking
I wish we would have listened then.
Youth and wisdom...
Contradictory entities that blind the eyes
Of worldly knowledge.
We see what lies behind us
After mistakes are made.
Retrospect is of no use when
Damage is done.
Now I sit in the car staring down
That old country road
Past that white picket fence
Wondering yet again
Where we'd be if only I knew
What I didn't know then.
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