Spending the rest of the evening,
Looking back to see the pen,
Nothing's there, nothing to be seen,
Wish it wasn't late to mend.
The Sun is coming, everyone's laughing,
Left open the window pane,
Now the moon came, everyone's judging,
It's all back down the lane.
Little, little steps that you took away,
Though it's little, hearts are going to sway,
I'm just loosing my parade,
They're just looking for thier faith.
Like little, little liars,
Like little, little kids,
with Popsicle in the back of their hands.
Wishing hard to comprehend, but it'll never do.
1.08.2009
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