Good Times

January 16, 2011

What happened to the good times?
Those that sceam to have gone down a drain.
But yet all so close to me. 
Up inside me where I have a brain. 
Were lost and unturned and getting cold. 
Were wanting more but gaining less. 
Farther apart we are to becoming. 
Maybe no more times in that dress. 
But don't worry my darling. 
Regardless of the worries we have.