The Pool

January 1, 2009
By JustDance GOLD, PG, Other
JustDance GOLD, PG, Other
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To retrace the steps of
The pool beneath my feet,
The tears would have to fly up
And slide back across my face;
To absorb back into the
Green globes of my eyes.
Back into the tearing sadness
Of missing you,
Of losing you.
Of never knowing what could have been,
Or what was meant to be.


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