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[kickinkiwilime]

i put you on a pedestal
on foundation made of sand
and i gazed at you by the sea
until the tide came in
and swept the base away.
you fell to the ground
level with my eyes

its over.
you're not perfect.
but, hey.
how could you be?

its not your fault.
its nothing you did wrong
but i held you up above me
and my arms were not strong
enough
to bear the weight of both of us.

its nothing less than what it was.
i am not cheapening its value.
just wiping away the dust.
that settled.
it grew old.
or maybe i couldnt keep the pace.

but its over.
youre not perfect.
im not perfect, but hey.
how could we be?

your fingers no longer fit with mine.
our dance steps now collide.
the songs we sang are out of tune.
but maybe we will dance again.
perhaps alone this time.

its over.
it wasnt perfect.
but hey
how could it be?