Bittersweet Music


Crazy Club Memories


Somtimes I wonder
if we will always be this way
We are alone against a wall
A shadow to a shadow
I wish that I could change things
I wish we could just be ok
I wish I never said anthing in the first place
To be back in time to the sunny days
When we were a team
A crazy club of two
Playing guessing games
And laughing to the rain
Being happy and a team
Nothing can beat just a day
to be in a sweet dream
But a memory inside
How I just want to be
like we used to be

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/18/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    Memories are something good to dwell
    back on from time to time. We have to
    be careful not to let them keep us in the
    past. A nice write. (Report) Reply

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