(no subject)
as your hand glides past my hip,
i remember theres no sense in holding onto the past.
nothing will ever be how it was,
and my definition of love was so misconstrued.
the amazing moments are passing by too quickly,
while life is constantly changing.
who is to say its for the worse?
or for the better?
i remember theres no sense in holding onto the past.
nothing will ever be how it was,
and my definition of love was so misconstrued.
the amazing moments are passing by too quickly,
while life is constantly changing.
who is to say its for the worse?
or for the better?