Miscommunication will be our downfall.
Weeping bitterly into the night.
Written words fall to sand.
I wish you would try to read my mind
The you would see with hindsight
Miscommunication will be our downfall
Our hearts still beat, hands intertwined
So why do I feel such fright
as written words fall to sand
Silly items mean nothing until they are defined
And even so need to put to light
Miscommunication will be our downfall
Please try to know I'm one of your kind
Slipping away into the night
Written words fall to sand
I want you more than absence of mind
More than anything in sight
Miscommunication will be our downfall
Written words fall to sand
1 comment:
You're not anything at all like my kind and I love you for it. I do agree though...How is it that someone can see a downfall but do nothing to stop themselves from edging towards it? Good news; I'll be Superman. I'll swoop in and scoop you away from that. How would that be? Sensational eh? Yeah.
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