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I wake up in a field and see you standing there.
A field of wheat and grass, the sun warming our backs.
we stand side by side but never see eachother.
You hold my hand and tell me you love me and in my heart I know you mean it.
But when I agree you start to cry and mumble.
I reach out to comfort you and show that I'm worried, but you dash away in such a hurry.
I give chase screaming for you to stop, but the ground shakes, I stumble and stomp.
The sky grows dark,the rain pores down, but you keep running as I'm nocked down.
You dissapeare into the dark and vanish, but I'm still here sitting on my ass.
The clouds clear up, the earth stops shaking, the wheat glows bright, grass waving.
But when I look up your gone....nothing.
I look around and see people playing and laughing, but I cant move. To tired from the thrashing.
Why do you cry when I say I love you?
Why do you run when I try to comfort you?
All I want is to see your face, feel your touch, your embrace.
But you always run away, heaving and crying.
One day I'll catch you and never let go, but untill that day I'll keep trying just for show.
A field of wheat and grass, the sun warming our backs.
we stand side by side but never see eachother.
You hold my hand and tell me you love me and in my heart I know you mean it.
But when I agree you start to cry and mumble.
I reach out to comfort you and show that I'm worried, but you dash away in such a hurry.
I give chase screaming for you to stop, but the ground shakes, I stumble and stomp.
The sky grows dark,the rain pores down, but you keep running as I'm nocked down.
You dissapeare into the dark and vanish, but I'm still here sitting on my ass.
The clouds clear up, the earth stops shaking, the wheat glows bright, grass waving.
But when I look up your gone....nothing.
I look around and see people playing and laughing, but I cant move. To tired from the thrashing.
Why do you cry when I say I love you?
Why do you run when I try to comfort you?
All I want is to see your face, feel your touch, your embrace.
But you always run away, heaving and crying.
One day I'll catch you and never let go, but untill that day I'll keep trying just for show.
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