Originally posted by cowtesticles2001
Measuring a summer's day
I only finds it slips away to grey
The hours they bring me pain.
Tangerine Tangerine
Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
Or ;
"And though our health we drank a 1000 times - it's time to ramble on."
Pass or Fail?