.day at the beach
On the beach I limped and held your weary hand
That windy day we slept well past noon
Too busy counting every grain of sand
To even have a ghost of a clue
I played in the waves like a five-year old
Timing my jumps with the rolling tide
I never looked to see you on the shore
Planning your escape and drying your eyes
Had you known for a week, a month or a year
Had you been tyring in vain to let me know
Somehow I never noticed your tears
And sitting there smiling I watched you go
I laid on back, listening to the waves
Humming a song that you never knew
The water wet your feet
As you crossed through the sand
And whispered that you'd be back soon
I never thought to ask you when
Blind to the sorrow you we're laying to rest
I never thought to tell you to jump back in
And sitting there smiling I watched you go...watched you go...watched you go...watched you go
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jule... 30/07/2008 18:57
schön.Kafka Tamura 14/07/2008 17:08
fluffig!SvG 09/07/2008 21:06
gut! und gerade voll mein thema!Tilla Eulenspiegel 09/07/2008 20:24
njaaaaaaaaa.immer is übertrieben.
aber gleich da gibt´s leckerbrötchen :D
Martin Ludewig 09/07/2008 20:20
Der Cossi ist doch immer schön !?Tilla Eulenspiegel 09/07/2008 20:16
cosi mal in schön ;)mr. P 09/07/2008 20:13
mag rechts.