the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
in the dark silence
i think about many things
about how the days went
and about how things came
i think about the past
all the memories floating by
the happy the sad
the angry the mad
i think about many things
like how things have changed
how historys been altered
how to play that game
lastly i think of you
of all the times we played
of all the pictures we created
and all the pots we'd break
i know we can never return
to those times of endless fun
but i just want to remember
what you always forgot
words spilled @ 11:59 PM /
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