I know I must forget you
Our spicy little passings
The hope, dancing on the surface with nervous energy
ripples across the water
It must end
A trail that leads nowhere
Off a cliff or into a pile of rocks
It only looks like it will lead you to your destination
The destination, a mirage
you see it, but your hand passes through
Again and again
Excitement leads to dissapointment
an endless circle, rolling across the hot pavement
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 10:00 AM UTC
I know I must forget you
Our spicy little passings
The hope, dancing on the surface with nervous energy
ripples across the water
It must end
A trail that leads nowhere
Off a cliff or into a pile of rocks
It only looks like it will lead you to your destination
The destination, a mirage
you see it, but your hand passes through
Again and again
Excitement leads to dissapointment
an endless circle, rolling across the hot pavement
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