Sitting on the beach, with you in my reach
I start to ponder, on times little splendor
Not so in the distant past, we were so apart
Being cold and rude, is what I thought to be your part
Sitting in the beach, listening to the waves
I see myself, passing through the days
Days have changed, months have passed
Now here I stand with a changed heart
Being with you is all I want
The more I want, I realize I cant
My time with you is coming to an end
With every passing second, its close to that end
But come what may, all I have to say
Is my wasted heart, will always be there....
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