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eight hours

I remember when
Memories weren’t quite so potent,
Moments were simply for now
And tomorrow was years away.

I remember when
Love was something foreign
A foreign language to be learned
Not a skill to be mastered.

It was a time of innocence and chaos
Of true love found
And then subsequently lost.

It was a place of friends
……and definitely enemies.

A place of laughter and light
Disregard, madness, mayhem,
--only to finally give in…

To now and form, structure
And organize.
Yesterday was the only day
We wanted in our lives.

To live and to laugh--
Lost on lost dreams.
I remember when
We thought we could win.

The world did laugh
At our antics and tricks.
We would get by—
On antics and tricks.

I remember when
The world was ours
We didn’t spend each day
Counting eight hours.

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  • sheltered
    November 1, 2008
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    this kind of sounds like how i feel about having to actually work for a living... it sucks.


  • Princess Cuddle Bug
    October 31, 2008
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    very very kewl love! i like it

    ~*Princess Cuddle Bug*~


  • lazybum
    October 29, 2008

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    Completly different from your usual but very well written still. I love it, it shows a since of longing, remberance. Also you didnt rhyme all the time but it still flowed extreamly well. great write.