I hear your voice, and I remember how you smile.
I still don’t get, how we’re untouched by time.
Don’t talk for months, still giggle at the same old jokes.
I still don’t get, how we’re untouched by time.
Maybe you hate me sometimes, thinking why I left you behind.
But I remember everything clearly, still burning in my mind.
Those were the days, when we were little girls.
When we laughed at everything, and didn’t care about the world.
Playing on swings, hoping we’d soar like birds.
Fighting over things, using ‘meaningless’ words.
I remember having candy, every single day.
Rolling on the grass, and all the games we played.
Still the same, as when we were nine.
I still don’t get,
How we’re untouched by time.



“I think a lot of people are afraid of being happy because of what others might think of it. They’re afraid to embrace that and embrace themselves and love themselves and do what they love and what makes them happy. It’s very easy to get sucked into that way of thinking and you know, I guess, working according to society but you have to write your own story.” –Rihanna