Forever searching for that lost kiss
that distant memory of faraway bliss
seeking the moments in the history books
where our hands touched over longing looks
Eternally hunting those days that thrill
where our heart beats stopped still
the recollections of a past, sweeping, sublime
where forever seemed such a short time
Trying to recapture those dances we shared
like speeding arrows of times where love cared
cant turn back the clock to those days
no clarity to the pictures, too many blurry replays
Always awaiting, the freeing moment those memories fade
and brand new ones are made
like a flame in a darkened room
the light cuts right through, at a new love bloom
that distant memory of faraway bliss
seeking the moments in the history books
where our hands touched over longing looks
Eternally hunting those days that thrill
where our heart beats stopped still
the recollections of a past, sweeping, sublime
where forever seemed such a short time
Trying to recapture those dances we shared
like speeding arrows of times where love cared
cant turn back the clock to those days
no clarity to the pictures, too many blurry replays
Always awaiting, the freeing moment those memories fade
and brand new ones are made
like a flame in a darkened room
the light cuts right through, at a new love bloom
Thanks for reading.
Peace and Love.
Kyle.
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