Saturday, May 23, 2009

My eyes can not be seen through the white washed window pane.
I stand at that window day after day looking for someone that has been long gone.
Someone who's soul got washed away with the sand on the beach that day.
It has been so long since then and nothing has been the same since.
That's the day that all my childhood dreams floated away.

My eyes can not be seen through the white washed window pane.
I know you are looking and that you will never stop.
You are looking for those eyes that loved you with more longing then anything that you had ever seen before.
I was only seventeen and like every stereotype
I had no clue what love was.

My eyes can not be seen through the white washed window pane.
I stand at that window day after day looking for someone that has been long gone.

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