zaterdag 17 december 2011

NOSTALGIC AND THE BEAUTY HERE


Watching her beat her tambourine

My mind strolls along the highway of thoughts

I feel foreign and misplaced here

All those moments we sure had our sheer

 

She hits the right notes

Flying off and on

Cherubs watching us dance

The glory days and chance

 

We sure had our fun

As we were deadpan

Every time I wander off to the nostalgic

they seem more fluent and heroic

 

I really want to come

back to the days electric

But those days have long passed by

 

Fatal Flowers:

“Your younger days has sailed with the tide”

and that perfect melody plays

while she bangs the tambourine

Younger seen lesser days than me

 

Why would I head back?

Why would I head back?

While I’m already here?

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