Sunday, July 11, 2010



I sat behind the counter
Counting the things you gave me
And you stood in front of the counter
Waiting for me to count the things you gave

Carefully counting, avoiding mistakes
You just stare at me as I continue
What's on your mind's a mystery
Do you want me go slower?

Time passed as I continue
Never want this moment to end
This maybe the last time I'll see you
This place of once-in-a-lifetime meetings

Realizing what you really want, I was terrified
Every part of me screams, curses.
Wishing time to go faster
Never see you again.

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