Feb 09, 2005 11:36
i was walking down the beach.
water and waves, its a pier, its salty air,
and its all i could hope it would ever be.
thats when you destroyed castles
of children you didnt know,
threw sand at parents that
couldnt control their own, let alone you.
blinders and walking fast. i ignored.
you aked for me to pick up sand
and fling it with you.
no was the answer then
it is now. it is no.
now its me with sand in my face.
and pain and anguish.
all because, as they said, you've drawn
lines in the sand. i guess i shouldve
stepped over them.
but im not you, and
you will never be me.