Too Much.

December 20, 2007
By Gabrielle McComas, Las Cruces, NM

Too Much.

The days pass by and they don't mean to much.
And i sit here left to think about your touch.
You can't tell me we are better's just not the same.
Why are we playing such a game?
Was it something we did or said?
I just don't want it to be this way.
I can't tell you my secret of wishing for you to stay.
For it wouldn't mean to much.
But forever you will stay as such-
a man that i believed you could be.
You let me go to run wild and free.
But did you ever stop to think that i wanted us to be?
This battle we face-is it everything you wished for?
And in due time for me, don't close the door.
I know this sounds like some childish play.
But believe me boy, you might realize it someday.
The one word i left you of HOLD ON,
Well that finally opened my heart to this new dawn.

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