Hand prints on my heart,
from where you came, I
can't quite remember
the night you walked
through the door. Waltzed
across that wooden floor.
The wooden floor we danced
across, the same night I
felt you dance across my
heart. One step forward,
and 6 years past, I had
this uncanny feeling
we wouldn't last. The
music, the track we fell
in love to, still plays
in my mind. The tears
have gone, replaced
anger, jealousy..none.
To think we had it all,
one step forward.. 7
years dead.. I used
to get this tiny
flicker of you in
my head.. that
flicker is just
a memory.
I always used to
wonder how..how we
came to this. No
regrets. I'm glad
we were, but now
I'm so happy
we're not.
