Thursday, March 24, 2011

When you were the hills, I was the music
Our love was the wind through the grass
It was always meant as temporary,
Nothing complicated or meant to last.

And here I am, at a bluff over looking the ocean
Staring down at our changing paths
I see my footsteps cemented in time
While yours are fading so fast.

Time might wash away the present
But the salty corrosion of us will last
As a distant wind carries your influence
I must accept the growth and stop dwelling on the past.
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