13 October 2011

I'm with you

in the day, dreams I hide behind
soft colors of the world
all the secrets of my mind
fill an anxious void

the sound of the air shutters through
the wind, the month, the years go by,
all memories of you

the sun shall come and go, it seems
I never questioned why

where I close my eyes to see
and judge not my own control
I fear the time that you must leave
please don't make me let you go

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