Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Santa Monica Blvd.

And the sun burns high
Like a meteor and I,
Cannot know how this will end

The tears that never come
Leave this place so undone
And the dreams come to an end

But the weight of the day
In every strange way
Make you seem like we are friends

And I cannot express
The way that I confess

That I’m starting to reach amends

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