When This Dream Must End
By opkl
Friends are the days of summer Gone with this winds of the North They will walk down that hall Perhaps they will stop Remember times past But no more Round the corner Out of site Tears to blind eyes Cries to the wind They will not run Nor shall they stand here with me The tighter I hold The more they will push away I must let them go I will wait here for their return Maybe all Maybe one Maybe none One to give me a hug One to remember that I am still alive For if they do not I am dead But they must go In the rain I will wait. Until they return I just hope it is before I drown Useless wish to the wind.It did not come out like I wanted. I had the feeling that no matter how hard I tried I would someday be alone, again. No matter how I tried my friends would drift away from me. So why should I get close, it will only hurt more in the end. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 02:44 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Friends are the days of summer..."