Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Waht you got, you aint got no more!

Somewhere i thought you were mine
In the misty forests of the back of my mind
I was stupid enough to think
You'd never change.
Your love I carried in my jean pocket
Buried with the tobacco & some string
(a few coins rolled over your face
But I know you never felt a thing)
So onwards goes your love
Into other arms but mine,
Was it vanity or blindness
Made me think that you were mine?
The rain is crying out my sorrow
For what was never to be
A story that I love
A story of you and me.

6 comments:

  1. Somehow You know i'll be always at your side
    In the misty forests of the back of your mind
    You're right. I've changed.
    But i'm still in your jean pocket
    Buried with the tobacco & some string
    (a few coins rolled over my face
    But I never felt a thing)
    So onwards goes love
    Into other arms but mine or yours
    Was it a dream or simply faith
    Made me think things would never change!
    The rain is crying out my sorrow
    For what was never to be
    A story that we love so much...
    A story of you and me.

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