by me (magenta)
Saturday, July 25, 2009 @ 3:41 AM
You make me feel like walking in the storm, too far out in the dark,You are a thousand sunsets gone the shade of grey and the closing of central park.
It's ironic how you linger, barely leaving a trace of last december
Then I recall though, I've never seen you in one.
You're insisting on a gesture you have yet to leave me,
But YOU are the one who's got all the grand plans,
All the blueprints and the maps unwritten in the sand,
Instead etched in your soul.
Instead etched in your soul.
You are going, going
to a place with no more beginnings
for the world with you and me and our somedays
To a place where there's no time
to make up for the loss of it
I'd never suffer now,
but one day I will sit and ponder
but one day I will sit and ponder
sit and stare out at the clouds that leap over the sun and the same sky we're
under
Where did the end begin?
