Friday, July 31, 2009

Breaking daylight with my razor

Just about to turn away

Our dream life

Or so you told me

Bragged about how much you knew me

Even when silent

Held my blood long enough to crush you

Deep in your dreams

Traveling without you

Smiling with my mind

No future was made

Out of grains of sand

And the water kept running on us

Washing us hard

Drifting us away.

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