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Sep 2014
You were sand in my hand
And you slipped just like you were made to do
Each grain flowing through
The grip of my fingers
Five four three One two
I tighten the grasp on the last remaining few
If I pick you back up
You're not the same handful I once knew

I hold on to those pieces
To me they're the world
Even when I let go
You cling To my skin
You hold on to each finger
Each crease of
Each toe
I throw you away and
Away you will go

A day in your world
Leaves me sandy for months
I get in my car
And I'm reminded of your bliss
And saddened all the same
Put my shorts on one more time
This summer is almost gone too
And I'm reminded of the day I carved in you my name
It's just not the same

What if instead I just kept you
Contained you forever someplace safe
But what's more depressing than sand in a bottle
Never knowing the ocean could take you away
Never understanding the sweetest escape

Maybe I'll build you a castle
A moat along side to protect you
It won't last forever and surely
You'll slowly break down
All my hard work will diminish
The moment I'm finished
The river I built you is where you will drown
Oh what a tragic place
it is to live
And love and learn by the sea

You were the sand in my hand
Or the hourglass itself
And though time ticks away
And steady flowing pace
I leave you feeling youthful
Regenerated
Shiny and new

But the breeze from the seas
Makes you turn on me
And now you're a single painful grain
Shattering my eye
My vision is blurry
And now I might cry

In fact I have to shed a tear
To get you to leave and
I never even wanted you there in the first place

The airs getting cold
We are all getting old
I'm starting to feel
Like the beach is the worst place

To begin
abigail ruth
Written by
abigail ruth  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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