A broken poet

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Almost the end of summer

Not sure why I caution love
Not sure where you've been
Tired of fighting

Sun setting low over the sea
I see the scrapes on your knees
From walking alone

Not given up! But I don't care anymore
Hands to hold on the over shore
A set of eyes to stare
without wearing shades

I want to be the guy you think you can change
I'll promise to get jealous
Promise Ill leave my baggage behind

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