Fading Polaroid
My eyes were the first to forget. The face I once cradled so tenderly in my hands, now a blur.
And your voice is slowly drifting from my memory like a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is still crystal clear.
Like it was yesterday.
There are philosophers who...
And your voice is slowly drifting from my memory like a fading polaroid. But the way I felt is still crystal clear.
Like it was yesterday.
There are philosophers who...