Smooth Sand

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Jan 17, 2009


My hands were shaking
That's how bad I wanted to go home
My head was spinning
Without you here, I feel alone

I want to be there
Smooth sand on the beach
Some nights I can feel you
Now I just feel like you're out of reach

When this is all over
It'll be worth it in the end
Just like this poem
You were never just a friend

This poem's running out of time
Time is all it takes
Something we have the most of
Let's make all the right mistakes

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Your love poems make me happy :]

    5/5