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Radio

21 September 2011

Radio

 

Someone was playing the radio,

reviving ghosts from their restless sleep.

As I sang and danced through memories,

I longed for the good ol’ days again.

 

Reviving ghosts from their restless sleep,

I recall her face, her hair, her smile.

I longed for the good ol’ days again,

when love was still innocent and new.

 

I recall her face, her hair, her smile,

the way it felt to touch her and kiss,

when love was still innocent and new

and each song said what was in our hearts.

 

The way it felt to touch her and kiss,

nothing is lost or unforgotten

and each song still says what’s in my heart

even now after so much time. When

 

nothing is lost or unforgotten,

as I sing and dance through memories,

even now after so much time, when

someone is playing the radio.

21 September, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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