Saturday, September 1, 2012

Differenciation

Make me a sandcastle,
Don't ever burn it down.
I'll lie in the sand
And stay there if you're with me.

I just want to be concealed.
From their judging eyes.
I feel more and more beautiful
every time they call me ugly.

Bury me deep.
I swear I won't die.
I'll lay there and think.
About no future.
As we waste our lives in this game of hearts.
And run away from our favorite arms.
And wait for all the doors to close.

We'll laugh and love.
Repeatedly.
And sing out loud,
In misery.
it's all so monotonous.
Oh well.
Guess we'll just have to start again.
Till you bury me in the sandcastle.
Of the places we love to go.