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It was the night of 1984,
I lay alone watching my bedroom door,
Waiting for the day you’d enter through it,
With your charm, sweetness, and your whit,
You promised to love me the way that I came,
I thought it was your wild love I could tame,
But you know how these things always appear,
Heart to heart, hand in hand, and that unknown hidden tear,
I wished that you could have stayed,
In my heart I always have prayed,
That you my love, would forever stay near,
But you left me with all and only my worst fears,
Now those hidden tears have come to my sight,
I’ve come to know them all to well every night,
I wish that we could have stayed that way forever,
But now I cry, and bow my head on the flourishing never.
I really dont know how i came across writing this, seeing as i WASNT alive in '84 (i came later in 87). i havent really felt any of this either....you're supposed to right what know......right???
Anyway this is a weird one to my collection, and whatever possesed me to write this can come bacj anytime :P ;).
-Kae-
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