February 12, 2011
You live close by,
like mountains to rivers,
that hold the blue sky.
your a friend- that can't notice
my fallen tears-
how brazen they are,
you cannot see,
I've been asking for your hand,
to help me,
but you got your lover,
your damsel,
but the one in distress
hoping you'd see me,
above all the rest,
but I'll sit on broken porches,
and swing on fallen swings,
live in burned down buildings,
be who I can be,
until your damsel walks away
leaving you free,
I'll be waiting forever,
for you to come to me.

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