Short little poem I wrote a while ago, enjoy.


Chasing The Wind


Where are we now
Singing songs about broken hearts
Memories start flooding back
Of when we were young and pure
Chasing after the wind
Not a care beyond the next minute

But when has innocence been a part of us
Those memories might as well of been a dream
But still I remember
Chasing after the wind
Not a care beyond the next minute





Poetry by Phil
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Written on 2009-01-28 at 23:39

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