Walking on the beach
I left my footprints
Your uproarious waves
washed them away
silently daring me
to make new prints
Only to wash away again...

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Words would have said it all...
but alas,
we were comfortable in silence

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attempt yet another line
beckons the rapidfire, as
clock chimes nine

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I have been everywhere
from sky to coast
Your arms is the place
I feel loved the most

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I train my eyes
to see anything but you
I train my ears
to hear anything but you
I train my brain
to think of anything but you

But how do I train my heart
to beat for anything but you

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in our quest to win
we keep competing
like two trains running
parallel, never meeting

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Our love is bound by time
We keep meeting now and then
Like the two hands of a clock

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you did not wish
to ever be 'bound'
and you left
leaving behind
a broken 'bond'

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lie like the old books
on the shelves of a library
constantly reminding me
of the glorious past

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you whispered
like the breeze
caresses a rose
carrying along its scent

I danced
feeling treasured
just with a simple
touch utterly content

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