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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2009.05.11.23.58.7945]] |
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I'm sitting on the shore line Counting the grains of sand in my hand. One..two.. The waves get closer. The sun gets lower. My hope goes out with the tide, Goes out with the tide, and never returns. Sixty-four..Sixty-five.. The sun makes it sparkle like diamonds in my hand. I suddenly feel incredibly small. The waves get closer. The sun gets lower. My heart gets heavier. Two-hundred and one..Two-hundred and two.. The grains are wet, Wet from my tears. Is it worth it? Were you worth it? My love goes out with the tide, Goes out with the tide and never returns. The air gets colder. The sky gets darker. I'm sitting on the shore line Counting the grains of sand in my hand. One-million and one..One million and two.. The water is creeping past my hips now. The grains are wet, Wet from my tears. I suddenly feel non-existent. Were you worth it? Am I worth it? I want to go out with the tide, Go out with the tide and never return. I guess that happens when love leaves you Beached. |