Thursday, January 27, 2011

Time and Past

I search for a hole in the wall
And I hope to land on my past,
The stage where we played
The life that wasn’t to last
And I keep falling back in time
In the thought that won’t let me cry
The only thing in between us…
Nothing but a very thin line.
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