i tried to keep you,
like smoke in my hands
and though you promised to stay with me
you slipped from my fingers.
i kept looking up,
in hopes that you would return
but the ground has always been closer to me
than the sky.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
i tried to keep you,
like smoke in my hands
and though you promised to stay with me
you slipped from my fingers.
i kept looking up,
in hopes that you would return
but the ground has always been closer to me
than the sky.
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