So, here we are
once again…
trying to act like lovers
behaving like we’re barely friends
and I know ~
I know, we can’t go on like this
though somewhere in the darkness
a memory exists

of our first kiss
or tender touch
that one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and the rubble cannot recreate the past
when the future always seems to come
too fast

and, here we are
once again…
trying to get over
all those “I remember whens”
and I know ~
I know, we can’t go on like this
but somewhere down the road
we’re likely going to reminisce

on that first kiss
or tender touch
the one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and the rubble could not recreate the past
when the future always seemed to come
so fast

yesterday is a memory
tomorrow is out of our hands
and life is just what happens
while God laughs at all our plans

and…

our first kiss
or awkward touch
that one we’d both been longing for
so much
that slipped away
fell into disarray
and while the rubble cannot recreate the past
it can be filled with memories
it can be filled with memories
it can be full of pleasant memories...

that last

Renovation Contributed by Nazmythian on Thursday, 14th February 2008 @ 05:30:42 PM in AEST Topic: SongLyrics Renovation So, here we are once again… trying to act like lovers behaving like we’re barely friends and I know ~ I know, we can’t go on like this though somewhere in the darkness a memory exists of our first kiss or tender touch that one we’d both been longing for so much that slipped away fell into disarray and the rubble cannot recreate the past when the future always seems to come too fast and, here we are once again… trying to get over all those “I remember whens” and I know ~ I know, we can’t go on like this but somewhere down the road we’re likely going to reminisce on that first kiss or tender touch the one we’d both been longing for so much that slipped away fell into disarray and the rubble could not recreate the past when the future always seemed to come so fast yesterday is a memory tomorrow is out of our hands and life is just what happens while God laughs at all our plans and… our first kiss or awkward touch that one we’d both been longing for so much that slipped away fell into disarray and while the rubble cannot recreate the past it can be filled with memories it can be filled with memories it can be full of pleasant memories... that last ~ Nazmythian ~ Copyright © Nazmythian ... [ 2008-02-14 17:30:42] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem