Thursday, 10 January 2013

Soul






I had started to think that you'd forgotten about me
That the last traces of me had vanished from your memory
The smell of nostalgia and the echo of laughter
Still ring through as clear as if it was all the same.
But I knew
I knew that you would come back for me
Too much has happened for it to all just become dust.
I've changed a lot
So have you
Things may have gotten beyond our control
But there's still soul there
There is still soul




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