Saturday, May 14, 2011

Summer.

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The tide brings up the sand you love to feel
And then you make up your mind to heal
But then the bad dream you had the other night
Makes you go down and shut all the light

The rides are all over, and the drive is long gone
The fuel is all burnt and The highways all done,
The hands long for another, and long for that feel
Eyes all gone tired, looks for a kiss to heal

This aint the summer of the dreams
Never was one, in the dreams,
Sweat, is all that remains
as always, as ever always.

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2 comments:

DrEaMy PrInCeSs said...

oh my god. you can WRITE. with RHYME. :D jus kidding. loved it :) <3

The impulsive RAM said...

Loved this one!!!!one of your best....