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I closed the door that seemed impossible to close I pushed it shut with all my might I nailed over the planks I specifically chose I threw the hammer against the wall And I slid down...and realized: "Closing the door wasn't hard at all" I needed a valid reason to fight I wanted to be that strong person recognized I needed a motivation and not someone who chooses sides. You happened to get me to talk so much You didn't sit back, listen, and judge You sat back, listened, and among the muck You told me you loved me... And that was more than enough. My emotionally wrecked self couldn't ask for anything else But to hear those words from your mouth... The warmth of your voice inside my head A daily reminder of what you said. As I was told by you: "All you NEED is a person to listen and all emotions revealed be true..." I smiled and thought how nice that would be And then I began to cry into the phone and replied, "Yes, I do..." But in return you said, "I hope that person can be me..." I never thought that your experiences were somewhat the same I never knew how much importance to me my past could exceed I always thought that I was just another lonely pawn in LIFE'S chess game I never thought I would ever meet anyone who would MAKE me believe... I know I was meant for more then this... I have the brains, talent, common sense, and creativity I know what I am today isn't what I'm going to be I'm just hoping that when I get as far as I can You will still be right along side me I don't want to let you go now It would crush me entirely I don't want to lose something so great I wouldn't ever feel like living is worthy I don't even NOW have the patience to wait. But that's all I really can do... "Til the end, my love, I shall wait for you..."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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