Under the golden bridge
We talk about things
That cannot be owned
Over and over again
I drop the rose
To tempt you
Hoping to bring me away
Hoping to no longer be walking
Alone in the moonlight
I dare not open my eyes
For fear you would be gone
And the rose
still on the ground
Friday, 15 July 2011 22:13
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Written by burton beerman
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