Just like a star across the sky,
Just like oil on my hands,
You have appeared to my life,
Looks like it'll never be the same.
Sometimes I wander, hand in hand,
Slowly pacing across the sand,
Will you be mine forever,
Making this pain turn to pleasure.
Oh don't you know how sad it is,
That we always argue like this.
Has anyone ever said,
That you can't be read.
Just open up your heart please,
Set my mind at ease.
Author notes
My thoughts in a very saddened state.
A contest entry
- Found/Find/Finding Youself! (with 680 points) by Dreamer42morrow.
650 points, ended December 21, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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"Sometimes I wander, hand in hand,
Slowly pacing across the sand,
Will you be mine forever,
Making this pain turn to pleasure." <<-- This went through my mind a lot a few years ago. I think it's bascially the same thing you are discribing, and it hurts, I know it does =X. Great write, anyway!
Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!
~Mariah!~
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