Too Far for Possibilities

All seemed as it was yesterday
Our time was done, you ran away.
The morning breeze crept in our souls
You promised me, you won’t let go.
I’ve waited years to see your face
Love wasn’t it, that’s not the case
I couldn’t keep a constant pace
You always put me on a chase
My heart gave out, I lost the race.
Now that I’m gone, you have your space
The memory is but a trace
Of what has been in this great place
That’s what a man cannot replace.

August 19, 2010
9:59 am


Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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