A Century

100 years,you slept.
100 years of dreams and 
nightmares,
but now you are risen
now you are home.

I've waited in the shadows.
I've broken a few hearts.
Because mine was dust,
mine was crushed.

I never wanted anyone.
I never felt this pain,
But the more im with you,
The weaker I became.

I became your victim.
I became your slave,
But we just love each other
That we don't care.

Now here you are 100 years 
later
with me on the shore.
We stand close, looking at each 
others eyes
for a 100 years more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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