Friday, July 30, 2004
Please love,
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember,
how it
used to be.
Remember
the days,
when we
owned the
world;
midnight sky,
grass,
streetlights.
When dreams
where
reality.
Remember,
and cherish
these
moments.
It won't
stay this
way.
It will
pass.
A long
drawn-out
breath.
Morning
follows
the night.
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember,
how it
used to be.
Remember
the days,
when we
owned the
world;
midnight sky,
grass,
streetlights.
When dreams
where
reality.
Remember,
and cherish
these
moments.
It won't
stay this
way.
It will
pass.
A long
drawn-out
breath.
Morning
follows
the night.