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I remember you.
You were there.
That day I met my school.
Watching me
Let me see that though life leads
Me up these stairs
To people with their seprate cares
Hidden snares and siren blares,
You'll always be
Watching me
Warm my face
and set me free.

Though things have changed
And life goes on
I've rearranged
and done great wrong
You're still shedding hope for me
If I'll just wake up and see.

Forget my job
Forget my aches
Forget my duty
Forget mistakes.
And stand
Right here.
With nothing else.
Just me
The sun
and my old self.
©2006-2009 ~RedQuill
:iconredquill:

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Meant to be written on the roof as sunrise came on, but it was all cold and freezlike so I wrote it on the patio instead. Boooo.

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:iconfreddieophile:
I really like this one, hun. You feel the personal feelings behind, from both the writer's and the subject's perspective.

--
"Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control."
- Don Marquis
:iconredquill:
The subject? You mean the sun? You psycho.

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That's the thing about existentialism. The more you think about it, the less real it seems.
:iconfreddieophile:
Yes, I do, brat. Maybe when ya IM me again, I'll tell you why. XD

--
"Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control."
- Don Marquis

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