Separate Ways
We were proud
And so sure of our words
That we never bothered
To read them again
Thinking nothing would change
But hearts are fickle
And minds wander
Losing sight of what was
In the expectation of tomorrow
And so sure of our words
That we never bothered
To read them again
Thinking nothing would change
But hearts are fickle
And minds wander
Losing sight of what was
In the expectation of tomorrow
Words: ©2022LCR
Art: Strahil Dimitrov
The expectation of tomorrow, hard to give up ~~
ReplyDeleteThat's the thing with tomorrows... they give you hope that there is more time to come.
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