September 29, 2009
By Zachary SILVER, Medical Lake, Washington
Zachary SILVER, Medical Lake, Washington
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10:30, this night is ending
Your voice has me singing
Your small and fragile eyes
Oh how I wish you were mine.
Deep down inside of me
How can this be
How are you making me…
I can’t wait till to tomorrow to tell you
Everything I need to say
In my head it continues to play.
Your voice lingering in my mind
In so short of the distance
Yet so much of this pain
Your face makes my body fall like rain.

At midnight
I will continue to sing
Before I fall asleep
To your silent words.
And when the morning comes
Will you know
That when the rain comes
I will show.
Tomorrow is coming to soon
My eyes are getting weary
Let your eyes be the last thing I see
Before I fall asleep…

It’s 10:30, in the morning
And I will be better off
If tomorrow never comes.

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