how I ache for the younger years when I had no fear

the ghost of a lover from the past surround's me 

softly in a hushed whisper she ask's do you remember 

when ?

taunting me with forbidden secrets that only lovers know 

    

I'm forced to watch once again time passing slowly by

as seasons change like movie scenes

the good 

the bad

the end

 

her voice echoing from the darkness in my mind 

leaving me with vague images of when I felt the 

most alive 

 

how I ache for the younger years

when I had no fear  

when I would of done it all over again

 

~ D Donner ~

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