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Its been waiting.
I've been waiting.
She just stands there, the sun dancing over her beauty
I climb up to my feet, but it seems that it takes forever
Glancing blows rain down from above, shocking my head
Sand attacks from all sides, the wind pushing, cheering it on
She just stands, untouched, solemn and cold
Eyes lock
The world stops.
I tremble, shivers of pain and hate running down my spine,
meeting love and warmth from my shattered and tired heart
Sprites once again dance, blocking my swaying view
I take a step forwards, the skin screaming
The whispers increase, a calamity of noise
Crack.
A streak of stone rips, gasping wide beneath me
I struggle back, falling amid screams of delight
The chasm opens, widens, pushes me away
She remains, the shadow again
I strain to see the wanted beauty,
But I see nothing
She is gone.
The sun goes out.
Darkness, cold, mocking darkness.
Sand pushes me over, as I cry into my scorched hands
It will happen again, and again, and again.
But one day.
One day that chasm will not rip us apart,
One day.
But that day will wait.
It still does.
I've been waiting.
She just stands there, the sun dancing over her beauty
I climb up to my feet, but it seems that it takes forever
Glancing blows rain down from above, shocking my head
Sand attacks from all sides, the wind pushing, cheering it on
She just stands, untouched, solemn and cold
Eyes lock
The world stops.
I tremble, shivers of pain and hate running down my spine,
meeting love and warmth from my shattered and tired heart
Sprites once again dance, blocking my swaying view
I take a step forwards, the skin screaming
The whispers increase, a calamity of noise
Crack.
A streak of stone rips, gasping wide beneath me
I struggle back, falling amid screams of delight
The chasm opens, widens, pushes me away
She remains, the shadow again
I strain to see the wanted beauty,
But I see nothing
She is gone.
The sun goes out.
Darkness, cold, mocking darkness.
Sand pushes me over, as I cry into my scorched hands
It will happen again, and again, and again.
But one day.
One day that chasm will not rip us apart,
One day.
But that day will wait.
It still does.
Its been waiting.
I've been waiting.
She just stands there, the sun dancing over her beauty
I climb up to my feet, but it seems that it takes forever
Glancing blows rain down from above, shocking my head
Sand attacks from all sides, the wind pushing, cheering it on
She just stands, untouched, solemn and cold
Eyes lock
The world stops.
I tremble, shivers of pain and hate running down my spine,
meeting love and warmth from my shattered and tired heart
Sprites once again dance, blocking my swaying view
I take a step forwards, the skin screaming
The whispers increase, a calamity of noise
Crack.
A streak of stone rips, gasping wide beneath me
I struggle back, falling amid screams of delight
The chasm opens, widens, pushes me away
She remains, the shadow again
I strain to see the wanted beauty,
But I see nothing
She is gone.
The sun goes out.
Darkness, cold, mocking darkness.
Sand pushes me over, as I cry into my scorched hands
It will happen again, and again, and again.
But one day.
One day that chasm will not rip us apart,
One day.
But that day will wait.
It still does.
I've been waiting.
She just stands there, the sun dancing over her beauty
I climb up to my feet, but it seems that it takes forever
Glancing blows rain down from above, shocking my head
Sand attacks from all sides, the wind pushing, cheering it on
She just stands, untouched, solemn and cold
Eyes lock
The world stops.
I tremble, shivers of pain and hate running down my spine,
meeting love and warmth from my shattered and tired heart
Sprites once again dance, blocking my swaying view
I take a step forwards, the skin screaming
The whispers increase, a calamity of noise
Crack.
A streak of stone rips, gasping wide beneath me
I struggle back, falling amid screams of delight
The chasm opens, widens, pushes me away
She remains, the shadow again
I strain to see the wanted beauty,
But I see nothing
She is gone.
The sun goes out.
Darkness, cold, mocking darkness.
Sand pushes me over, as I cry into my scorched hands
It will happen again, and again, and again.
But one day.
One day that chasm will not rip us apart,
One day.
But that day will wait.
It still does.