Your strength was about you, I was the source.
I needed you to watch the stars with me.
I don't know when I began to realize
that those stars were just old light.
You are my sweetest downfall.
We didn't make history,
I loved you, my first.
The magic slipped beneath our fingers,
And when the beauty of what was shone bright,
we covered our eyes.
You are my sweetest downfall.
A contest entry
- Summer In This City... by littleBritain.
1400 points, ended October 26, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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oooh i like it, key lines from the song, combined with a tragically beautiful outlook, placed together in seemingly hap-hazard fragments.
well constructed and thank you for entering

