Years turn into melodies
dancing dreams that once I held close.
Subjective sentences tell me
they never happened.
All is new, as if
it never was.
notesfromthelovewars
hooking up on the ethers
Years turn into melodies
dancing dreams that once I held close.
Subjective sentences tell me
they never happened.
All is new, as if
it never was.
notesfromthelovewars 