Some times a loose collection of memories can find there similarities,
And recreate a moment of simple enchantment,
That moment when something you remember makes you want to smile,
But for some reason you resist.
When the four months to come are beginning to become sad,
Its journey twists and fills the holes, as if taking its time,
If only Time was never there to begin with.
A song that you heard a million times changes in your mind, to a orchestra that seems to play the most beautiful sound in the world, as if to mock the memories that lie deep within the almost childlike complications of the lyrics you love.
Every syllable turns into a tear that clings to your cheek,
Resisting being apart from its Brothers and sisters,
Who in reality are every dream thought and emotions you have ever felt.
I know if the truth becomes apparent them I wont be the person I was back then,
People will leave, people will stand by, but everyone will go eventually,
That’s just the way it is…….
Edward Ramsden
19 October 2007
And recreate a moment of simple enchantment,
That moment when something you remember makes you want to smile,
But for some reason you resist.
When the four months to come are beginning to become sad,
Its journey twists and fills the holes, as if taking its time,
If only Time was never there to begin with.
A song that you heard a million times changes in your mind, to a orchestra that seems to play the most beautiful sound in the world, as if to mock the memories that lie deep within the almost childlike complications of the lyrics you love.
Every syllable turns into a tear that clings to your cheek,
Resisting being apart from its Brothers and sisters,
Who in reality are every dream thought and emotions you have ever felt.
I know if the truth becomes apparent them I wont be the person I was back then,
People will leave, people will stand by, but everyone will go eventually,
That’s just the way it is…….
Edward Ramsden
19 October 2007
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