the sounds you were making, i couldn't understand,
some thing was breaking, did you lose sight of land?
i saw that you're shaking, could i've held your hand?
would that of made things any... better?
i wished that i could tell you, that it'll all just be fine,
but they're words that you knew, could never be mine,
i can still give you, a few days of my time,
would that of made things any... better?
it was warm on my shoulder, where you rested your head,
it soon got colder, as you moved away instead,
the moment grew older, then in a whisper you said,
"you can't make this, better..."
some thing was breaking, did you lose sight of land?
i saw that you're shaking, could i've held your hand?
would that of made things any... better?
i wished that i could tell you, that it'll all just be fine,
but they're words that you knew, could never be mine,
i can still give you, a few days of my time,
would that of made things any... better?
it was warm on my shoulder, where you rested your head,
it soon got colder, as you moved away instead,
the moment grew older, then in a whisper you said,
"you can't make this, better..."
posted by Frances bo bancess at Monday, September 17, 2007
4 Comments:
Wow... I love the ending.
Aw, that's so sad, but in a good way.
aww, thanks lovelies, i really like it when you stop by. ^.^
beautiful. i feel the same thing when i m depressed and rest my head on my moms shoulder. Anyway thanks frances for missing me.
love u
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