Like sand, you keep slipping,
Slipping through my fingers
The tighter I grip, the quicker you seem to slip
Like a passing wind,
You keep moving further away
The more I try to savor the breeze
The stronger the current pulls it away
Like the highest pitch of a song,
The higher I try to sing the note,
The more sore my voice begins to feel
Like the thorns of a precious rose
Whose stem I try to reach
The tighter I squeeze, the more painful
The thorns sink into my flesh
you are slipping away and there’s nothing I can do
you are slipping away and there’s nothing I can do.....awww i love this one! really an original...
ReplyDeleteoh michael by the way...hey so i dont have any of those profiles down there...do i need to get one before i can pass a comment without selecting anonymous?
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