That day is just a memory,
of something that went wrong.
I feel like your return
is taking too long.
But then I know there's no return
from where you've gone.
I guess it's time for me...
to move on.
The thought of you comes breaking through,
into my life.
I stand there all alone,
with tears in my eyes
The world moves on with out me,
and I don't really care.
Sometimes you're just a memory.
Sometimes I feel you near.
posted by doingwhatilove @ 2:38 PM
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