Wednesday, August 1, 2012


simple words are fine

I'll just sit here dreaming
that I'm in love with you

August's flowers blooming
full moon hanging high
i don't know where I'm going
i'm a rain storm passing by

I sat beside the summer
never asked his name
in his heart he pushed the sun aloft
i should have held his hand

the days are warm but shortening
will he take me with him
where love marks up the sand
perfect impressions on a beach at night
he never held my hand

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