It's a reminiscence of an epiphany I had of myself, well, of the writer in me when I will be old and frail. Will I remember my own words?
This one is..
Will you remember this time?
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..
Words that flew from pages,
And stuck on to the walls of your heart,
The warmth you felt, the comfort it gave,
I hope these don't wash away with time..