The soft sound of the waves, the golden sun on the sand
It makes no noise as the silk slips through my hand
The sun is setting, the sky is pink
Could this be better? I try to think
Is something missing in this wonderful place?
I picture brown eyes and a smiling face
If he were here this would be perfect
I sigh and wonder if he's worth it
The sun is gone, the moon is out
And I still can't help but think about
He's in my head, and stuck for good
I'd take him with me if I could
I look around, I'm all alone
How could this place feel safe and warm?
I used to like it but now I see
I don't because he's not with me
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