The wind blows
Through the grass and your hair
The waves do laps on the sand
Your fingers trace up and down my arm
The sun dips low into the sky
I stare for a moment into your eyes
I want to love you but... I just cant
That's what you say
The skies turn gray,
It begins to rain on you
And I walk away
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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