02-18-2010, 02:25 PM
My sun has left me,
The lights leaving me alone,
No one here to share my sorrow,
None that I can see.
I stay up late,
Thinking of my love, lost,
Crying tears of joy, pain,
I can't help think of Fate.
Many come and go,
With pressed suits,
With jeans and shirts,
How I love looking out the window.
One time, one pounded on my door,
They tried to come in,
But I changed the lock,
And I laid there curled on the floor.
I wondered once if I was dreaming,
But the sounds were too real,
The pain hurt too much,
Not a dream, so I felt like screaming.
My heart was open and it never closes,
This compares nothing to the gift you left,
I'll keep it alive, no matter the cost,
And I continue to water your Blue Roses.
I hope it's okay.. I stressed over it a lot D:
Last edited by Stress; 02-18-2010 at 02:32 PM..
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