Little box.
Time is ticking
slowly away
no matter what they think
and no matter what they say
My past is not the same
without these important ones
got them always on my back
holding it where it belongs
I wish I could put them in a little box
carry them with me all the time
see the best places of the world
and sharing togheter the best wine
I miss the time
I was so sure
about everything I knew
and when I look into their eyes
I see they feel the same way too.
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| Flyingwings: | Zondag, oktober 11, 2009 19:13 |
| Wauw. Tears are in my eyes. The words you wrote are so true! Loveyou. |
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