Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Saving Time

Where is the one
who longs to make me belong
where is the one
who wants to play me his song
where is the interest of my being
where is the eyes that keep on seen

Lingering smiles
smoldering longing
shoulders apart
some where else
where to start

Fly down
set me free
take hold of my
very soul
take hold of my hand
take hold and control

Whispering winds
passing by
words fly through the air
in disquise
giving something to rise

Saving time
where have you been
take me off my feet
do not hesitate
or over compensate

With sparkle smiles
leading the way
making something better
than yesterday
something to crave

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