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.- quiet photos -.
its this silence,
or maybe its the darkness
theres to much time between us
to many hearts behind us
i wish it wasnt over
remembering that summer morning
when the light was perfect
remember what you told me
you wispered, i was beautifull
i still believe you
this is all the matters.
with old photos
your never going to age
first loves never do
close my eyes
i can hear your voice
telling me its ok
i hold myself a little tighter
my lips stained with wine
heavy breathe, misty eyes
talking to pictures
they look so happy
telling me i cant sleep alone again.
somethings telling me your doing the same.
----------------------------------------------------------- T.Oliver.
people knew us, but they diddnt understand us.
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