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Created on: August 02, 2011 Last Updated: August 06, 2011
To be so complete an entelechy,
it's been a while since love has been,
whole days spent on pity parties,
encroaching on the happy times,
taking time to realize,
the sun comes up tomorrow,
so the pain that you're holding,
fades as you close your eyes to sleep.
Diligently trying to hold back,
but the tears come down eventually,
and I hold you in my arms naturally,
soon you're dissuaded from further self-destruction,
and soon you realize you are not alone,
the sun comes up tomorrow,
so the pain you're holding,
fades as you close your eyes to sleep.
In solitude,
you live in darkness,
but I come to rescue you,
and I bring the light into your night,
but you're adamant in your perspective,
trying hard to forget how it felt to be in love,
only to realize that the sun comes up tomorrow,
and I'm still there in the morning,
and the pain you've been holding,
fades as you close your eyes to sleep.
You've been hurt so many times before,
becoming withdrawn and living solitude,
dwelling on the pain,
incessantly recounting the past,
but I've come to take you out the dark,
show you how much you have to live for,
promise I won't hurt you,
and soon you realize,
the sun comes up tomorrow,
and I'm still there in the morning,
and the pain you've been holding,
fades as you close your eyes to sleep.
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