Twist, sugar (in the wind)
Turn, toward me (in my mind)
Shake the last of leaves
And step inside
This may take awhile
I know it’s cold
And I apologize
We shouldn’t be here
But where else?
Ah, what is it –
You shouldn’t…
I know I know
Nothing can be taken back
How did it get to this point
Were we both looking the other
Way
When time robbed us
Of ourselves
And mocked what we were.
(c) jim hill (11-25-09)
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