Thursday, April 7, 2011

Beach Days (4/2010)

As I lay on the beach
With my feet in the sand,
I dream of what we could be,
If you just give me your hand.

Feeling the sand between my toes,
I can't stop myself from thinking:
If I began to drown,
Would you save me or let me keep sinking?

Listening to music
And playin in the sea,
How could you think
We weren't meant to be?

It's been a great day,
But now it's time for good-bye.
I know this day must end,
But I still ask myself why.

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