Shall we keep from mending what refuses to heal, again? Days, weeks, bring on the months of us just pretending. No reason to leave it all to chance when it only takes one to make that call. Oh if nothing real becomes of this spin around dance, leave it all within the seasons that come to change every day. Nothing right, nothing wrong, And everything left in songs that leave guilt of what tore us apart. Rewind, fast forward, erase if that is what you choose. My thoughts, and all that I have come through refuse to leave me. ~Tera Davis
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 03:40:15 +0000
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