#38 Out of Sand

There was a time when I waited for you,

But our hourglass has run out of sand.

It's too late for this fairy tale to come true,

Midnight won't wait for you to understand.

You could've taken so many chances,

But it's just too little too late for that.

Now it's time to forget all the glances,

It's time to move on since we can't turn back.

Since our history can't be rearranged,

I'll wait for all the memories to fade.

Time will fly by and the seasons will change,

But our hourglass cannot be remade.

Now that we aren't grasping at the sand,

Someone new can make you a better man.


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