Ahh the sweet smell of being replaced
Street views of Europe pt 1
Paris, Annecy, Lyon, Rome, Verona, Venice, Burano, Vienna, Budapest
This looks like it should be from a Dr. Seuss book I love it
I could have written a million songs,
But none of it would have mattered,
Because you wouldn’t be there to read them.
So instead I lay awake at night
And count the hours that pass me by
One, the way you laughed.
Two, the sound of your voice.
Three, the color of your eyes.
Four, the dimples when you smiled.
Five, how safe I felt around you.
Six, how you said we had it all.
Seven, how one sentence ended it all.
It’s 7 AM now and I can’t get out of bed,
But I do,
With the hopes of seeing you.
please don’t change the source.
it’s the times like these we remember. One day you’ll be 80 years old trying to remember what it was like to have 20 year old mind and a 18 year old heart, and then you’ll realise. It’s not the big things like birthdays and Christmas and big events that you remember, but the spontaneous walk at 2am, the drive beyond the sunset and the dreams and aspirations but mystery of what is beyond that sunset