My head is on my
pillow
And it all became so clear
I'm losing you.
And I'm losing you fast.
We no longer talk
Haven't seen each other
For just as long...
And I know
That after tonight
A day will arrive,
I'll no longer have you.

What will it be like,
Trying to get
used to
holding,
Only memories in my hands..
How long will I last,
Trying to prolong,
The Memories in the sand...
I'm twisting and I'm tossing
and I see our
picture in the
frame.
Those times, so sweetly recalled
And I miss you terribly,
Be missing everything we did,
Everything we had...
And all the things that awaited us.

It hurts so badly,
Knowing tomorrow,
is the beginning
of a life less complete.
A life before you,
Has become
A life after
you...

 What will it be like,
Trying to get use to holding
Only memories in my hands..
How long will I last,
Trying to prolong
The memories
in the
sand...

* The waves wash away the memories in the sand, but never the memories in your hands. *

written by ~
Leighton Do

Late664@aol.com
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