Remember the night you learned to dance
And you stepped on my toes so much
I could almost regret
Teaching you to move
To the music that played
As it brought us back
To those childhood days
When innocence was nearly nature
And the days ahead seemed 
An endless parade of days in the sun
And ice cold lemonade

Now no more than a dream
Lost to history like pirate’s gold
Or a tattered papyrus 
You’ve heard of but will never hold
All that’s left is what I keep inside
The memories burn like
A wildfire forever emblazoned 
On my heart
And replay endlessly
Every time I close my eyes

There was so much ahead
That will never be done
Too much left unsaid
So many unspoken words I regret 
Between you and I and no matter
How hard I try
I cannot forget what I forgot to mention
Like how you changed my life in ways
That I could never explain
Or imagine how to repay
But maybe with time I’ll find a way

Now no more than a dream
Lost to history like pirate’s gold
Or a tattered papyrus 
You’ve heard of but will never hold
All that’s left is what I keep inside
The memories burn like
A wildfire forever emblazoned 
On my heart
And replay endlessly
Every time I close my eyes

Nothing feels real
There is no ring of truth
Except in how it pains me to know
I face this life without you
Heaven saw fit 
To take you from this place
And everything is darker
The road to travel has no clear route
Like I’m stumbling around in shadows
But I never leave this room

Now no more than a dream
Lost to history like pirate’s gold
Or a tattered papyrus 
You’ve heard of but will never hold
All that’s left is what I keep inside
The memories burn like
A wildfire forever emblazoned 
On my heart
And replay endlessly
Every time I close my eyes

Remember the night you learned to dance…

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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