Anyone Else But You
I could stop thinking about you if I really tried, but I don't.
I want cool breeze to blow through my hair and yours,
But I doubt we'll walk with locked fingers by the seas.
Something tells me this will pass like the ebbs of a dying wind,
And we'll be left with pretty impressions in the sands.
So I nudge my imagination to shush a little,
But it is hard as I hang on to weak shreds of patience.
I know I ought to be happy with gathering memories,
So why do I allow my heart to dream of anything more...
... Of recklessness and craziness.
You probably don't know, but I do...
.. that I would kiss you in a beat if you came any closer.
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