How lucky was I to be
To experience something unique
No regrets, no frets, no mess
But no replaying to
what could progress
At the vantage point
Seeing you that euphoric
When we got back
Made my memory of
you grow golden
I enjoyed the fact that
your car was a bit far
For I wanted to hold your hand
If only time could ever expand
At that vantage point
For we had a desire
to paint one another, inside
In the spark of daylight,
daylight, daylight
At the vantage point
In the spark of daylight,
daylight, daylight
At the vantage point
In the spark of daylight,
daylight, daylight. . .
Oh you had me,
at the vantage point
Oh you painted me,
at the vantage point.
Oh you changed me,
at the vantage point.
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoetryTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
