Friday, March 27, 2009


When I sat down and thought of life...
there was one thing I did realize
Of stars and moons and little suns
what shines the most, is one that burns.
True to me but false to you
There's nothing left for me to prove
When all the world is no longer a stage
Nothing remains for me to lose

When the wind chooses not to blow
I hide the scars I wish not to show
Needless to say, I am not a dream
Reality is fiction, as real as it may seem
A million times I’ve let it slip
But over and over I still will try
For I believe when the poet is dead
Within his words he still survives

When the time is ripe for leaves to fall
That’s when I shall say goodbye
If you trust in me, then promise me now
That you won't hold me back
You won't ask me 'why'.

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