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Jan 2012
It’s about time to say this out loud

Scream to me, scream to me now

I wonder if, I wonder how

This could ever make any since
To anyone that may read this
Or try and grasp the sense

Of my words through the font on the page

Like the letters that will never be sent
Or the last kiss that won’t be given
And the sin in the whisper of the ghost
That left me smitten, for her

I want to disappear into your eyes
Lose them with my song to the sky

Lay down in a lost city of gold
Somewhere out there in her forest of old
I’m cold, I’m so cold

Let’s lose the snow and find the sun
Run, run with me
        RUN

Can you stand to be outside the lines they draw?
I don’t think I’ve ever been there before
Or in their common dream of a star

The last lines that could be drawn, would be

If I could just draw you a picture
That would show you my face

I would wonder if I would be remembered
Or just be replaced

With other memories of a lost soul
Was that the meaning or the goal?
Where are the words to be sold?

Not before your eyes
Like the tears from the sky

They will never fall again
Like they did that night
They will never fall in love
Like I did that night
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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