13 Aug 2006

You said you’d realized in life that chances pass you by,
And what you thought was yours, slowly fades before your eyes.
And part of growin’ up, is that you can’t go back in time.
You have to live with your regrets, the things you leave behind.
And we agreed to be the best of friends.
“Let’s talk real soon, I gotta go” you said.

Some things get lost, some things just disappear,
But not my love for you, I’ll keep that close and near.
Some things just fade like scars and dreams,
I’ve got your heart right here with me.

– Alice Peacock

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:02 am

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