Broken clocks

BROKEN CLOCKS BY:Francesca Kortesmaki “almost one year” “almost one year” The night it took my breath away; Five months prior, we lay star gazing The passion was between us, the next few seconds were glory our lips parched `till the tip of our soft tounges hit the top of our lips slowly we came closer time seemed to slow down dramatically the moment died down as we panicked frantically looking for anything to bring back that july 4th but it was gone it was to late the passion died, the lights in our soft gazeful eyes shut away there went that summer night never soft never to be touched again goodbye sweet dreams of laughter goodbye sweet harmonies of love