Our Heart Bleeds With Lost Time
Missed Connections in Boston
Our heart bleeds with lost time.
Our mind wonders like the wind,
and our soul searches for a reason,
an excuse as to why we said good bye.
If our heart bleeds forever let it fill a sea of emotion.
If our mind doesn’t find peace let it forget all the lies,
and if our soul can’t find the answers we are seeking then let’s just walk away,
and take defeat in knowing that she’s not coming back…
Her Two Cents
Roly Porter’s The Lord Won’t Forget sounds like unforgettable regret. If all of the hundreds of thousands of Missed Connections lamentations had a soundtrack this might be it. Listen with caution, the undertow might drag you under…
