Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Please love,
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember
how it
used to be.
When I
was beautiful
and you
were free.
Remember
liquid skies;
freshly
trampled grass.
And when
your hope
flutters by -
embrace life
for it
will pass.
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember
how it
used to be.
When I
was beautiful
and you
were free.
Remember
liquid skies;
freshly
trampled grass.
And when
your hope
flutters by -
embrace life
for it
will pass.