T I M E
Mar. 04, 2008 at 06:06pm
it seems like a million years ago, we sat in the park; with only a touch gracing my face, out loud i could hear your heart.
daylight comes, nighttime falls, time sweeps quickly by; my body grows tired, my heart grows cold, always in goodbye.
the sun is beaming through my window, bouncing off my naked skin; on the bed i reach next to me, but my heart only breaks again.
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