Washing Out Our Lie

May 23, 2010
By Anonymous

Still warm summer hanging in the sky
Through our fingers sand is slipping
Time ticks slow but is passing us by
Our glass if full but slowly tipping
Seperate dreams are drifting in our minds
We can make differend paths if we try
We both tremble at the thought of tripping
Our hearts beat wildly as we cry
The water soaking our cheeks is dripping
As the knots loosen from our binds
The tears are washing out our lie
We have to let go the hands were gripping
Although our window isn't easy to pry
The breeze will blow over leaves of all kinds

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