Camron Thompson

October 18, 2000 - Ohio
Send Message

System

A cool breeze hits my face, and continues
To my knees I fall, to come closer to Her
Hands reach into the sand, feeling every grain
As I clinch, and raise them into the air
Slipping away from me, is this my pain
How could this be, it doesn’t seem fair
Moments like the sand forever falling
With everything you want, you can’t hold on
I can’t let go, I won’t be left crawling
But is it my life, or just a sort of pawn
After all, how could I say this was meant to happen
There’s no control but what we perceive
289 Total read