May 2014
The little man who lost it
Still wanders
Like he did the day
She left.
Nothing changes
We're all still sand
In the hourglass.
The little grain of dust
Still falls back and forth
Like he will
*Forever.
Still wanders
Like he did the day
She left.
Nothing changes
We're all still sand
In the hourglass.
The little grain of dust
Still falls back and forth
Like he will
*Forever.
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
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