Even today I can feel Your smell, Your warmth presence Around me. The way You used to comfort me Behold me, Handle me. Which now seems Completely unreal. It constantly feels Like you’re with me. Sitting on that Same couch Where we used to chat For all the day long. And Watching together Our favourite sitcom. I perpetually feel You’re calling me. In the same phone We used to speak For hours and hours. By blushing, And Laughing. I still feel like We’re hanging out With each other In the same place Where we first met. The fragrance Of which Still lies in my nostrils. And I feel like An absolute fool Whenever I cogitate About us. I wish We had more To hash out Our thoughts. But You never turned back Not even once When you left. So how am I supposed to bring you back in the same life where we once used to carve our own little stories?
If we could see around the corner how different might our lives be In some ways I suppose It could be frightening but on the other hand, we'd appreciate even more the love of our lives Probably we would never take anything for granted thinking things would never end the whole experience of living would be different We'd want to make every moment count as If It were our last I would have given Helen even more of my attention I would never have wanted to let her out of my sight that Is of cause If I could have seen what was around the corner
Live doesn't allow us to what's coming around the corner but If we could probably a bit frightening but on the other hand we would make every minute count as If It were our last
When first I met my sweetheart It was If she reached Inside me and tied a ribbon of light around my heart That where once a heart so dark did beat she shone a light so bright that's dimmed since she's been gone
She reached In and placed Ribbon light around my heart that shone so bright but then dimmed when she passed away
Remember so well the days of my youth so much time spent looking In a mirror messing about with my hair late going out because my hair was not looking right So much Importance placed on just my hair and now at my age 65, I shaved It all off I'm glad It's no longer there so much for the Importance of playing about with my hair
So much time wasted as a youth playing about with my hair worse than ladies with a bad hair day
As the flames rise around me I begin to think Were these steps i took correct Or just foolish No more wishes or teeth to lose I no longer get to press snooze A mistake was made in the past Regrets are here to last