Time

It’s funny how time gets away from us.
The feelings, the moments,
Let's grasp and hold on to it.
So tight

It’s like we live in the moment.
We step back, look around, feel it.
Time still ticks.

Moments turn into memories
Memories turn into feelings
That first hello. Lord knows I miss it.

The first time you asked me out.
It's as if I was asked to the ball.
It’s those moments I miss.

I want to remember and reminisce.
I want to go back to our first kiss.
Reliving it

Capture every touch
Capture the rush.
I miss it so much.

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