I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart.
For all the moments,
Happening in the present
Will become memories of the past
That I will hold close,
Wishing every day
I could go back.
i think of you every night
as the calmness of the dark
washes over me
comforting me
as i pray that i'll see you again
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer
the room smelled sweet
sweetness a mix between
the sterile and calm
a sweet temptation just out of my reach
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