In this game we play
We dance in the colors
dripping down our backs
painting the carpet
Your smile is sweet
reflecting back at me
The sun is setting
and the flowers are singing softly
We gather our memories
in empty jars
to gather dust on the shelves
The summer will end
and our innocence will leave as well
But tonight we dance with fireflies
and taste honey dripping down our chins
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 12:50 AM UTC
In this game we play
We dance in the colors
dripping down our backs
painting the carpet
Your smile is sweet
reflecting back at me
The sun is setting
and the flowers are singing softly
We gather our memories
in empty jars
to gather dust on the shelves
The summer will end
and our innocence will leave as well
But tonight we dance with fireflies
and taste honey dripping down our chins
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