Not yet

by LAurEn N.   Nov 29, 2005


Many time we wonder
and almost every time we believe
until all the lies get old
and the knots we tied have come undone
yesterday is history all we have to hold onto in tomorrow
fallen into a day dream but thats all it is
a dream
distance never seemed so close when i'm with you

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