Wednesday, September 10, 2008

i hate to see the evening sun go down.

You were staring at the sea.
With eyes that gleamed for me.
Your hands were cold before i held.
Now there's life whenever there was me.

Why am i smiling so often.
You said it's where the real me is.
I don't seem to understand why you stated that.
As you make it clear that it's me that you adore.

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