I watch the swing as it drifts empty in the wind (justonekiss) wrote, @ 2004-06-23 08:08:00

Late spring afternoons were what I used to live for,
The timies I spent lying aimlessly,
Holding your hand as you whispered sweet nothings in my ear,
A secret that no one was meant to hear,
These days I feel alone,
There's not a cloud in the sky,
You've left me to pick the giant daisies,
And now I watch you not watching me,
If I could rewind the time,
I'd do those days over again,
Now theres not a cloud in the sky,
You've left me to pick the giant daisies.

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