I hit you and you hit me back,
We fall to the floor,
The rest of the day stands still...
Fine line between this and that,
When things go wrong,
I pretend that the past isn’t real.
I’m trapped in this memory,
And I’m left in the wake of the mistake,
Slow to react.
So even though your close to me,
Your still so distant,
And I can't bring you back...
It's true the way I feel,
Was promised by your face,
The sound of your voice,
Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I’m with you................
Unknown "sweets" Sleepy
- 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago