The Way We Were

memories, like the corners of my mind, misty colored water memories, of the way we were. scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind, smiles we gave to one another. For the way we were, can it be that it was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line? if we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we, could we? memories, may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember. we simply choose to forget. so it's the laughter, we choose to remember, whenever we remember, the way we were, the way we were...