| Time falls between the cracks.
Moments slip through our fingers; and Still, we stand across the river- watching each other, from opposite banks, while time trickles by, and we stand imprisoned behind our eyes,- enchained by our hearts, Too enamored to walk away, but too panged to be embraced. What will become of us? Two empassioned lovers, drenched by water, and seperated by a river. I hope nothing bad. Because I still want you. |