Saturday, August 27, 2011

Time to Time

Not a night has gone by
Where I haven't dreamt of the past
Oh how I wish to turn back time--
Not a day has passed
That I wished to not have dragged you along
On my crimes.

From time to time 
Heartache comes and makes my heart its home
And I tell myself I don't miss you
To deal with the pain,
Maybe someday I will come around
But for tonight I know
I will be dreaming of a joy found
Now gone.

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