Earl Grey
You're always there
Like a sad call that I
Can never catch
You slipped through my hands
Too many times for me to
Count
Yet my heart is still
Buried in your scared hands
Like a puppet on a
Marinate string
Dragging me through the
Days as you sway in the
Breeze
You've probably already
Forgotten
All those endless nights
The phone calls
The reality of it all
That can never be taken back
Buried memories
That I've locked away in the
Back of my mind
Only to become lines
In the old and overly used
Diary that I still keep...
Like a sad call that I
Can never catch
You slipped through my hands
Too many times for me to
Count
Yet my heart is still
Buried in your scared hands
Like a puppet on a
Marinate string
Dragging me through the
Days as you sway in the
Breeze
You've probably already
Forgotten
All those endless nights
The phone calls
The reality of it all
That can never be taken back
Buried memories
That I've locked away in the
Back of my mind
Only to become lines
In the old and overly used
Diary that I still keep...
♠ ♠ ♠
Only a memory.