Aug 24, 2005 16:10
as the candle dies
i watch as you fade away
i feel your hands
then my sight comes back
the smell of your hair
3:30 comes time to go
but still i lay here
as time flows by
the sound of your breathing
the coolness of your touch
as i play with your hair
time keeps flowing
but you cant keep me
so in the dark
i fade away
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Sometimes all we have our the glow in the dark stars on our ceiling
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