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One Day: Maybe I'm Crazy...


I'm losing myself, I'm losing mind Losing the left I want, leaving so much behind As time and I walk together, but I am reluctant To leave everything so quickly as I lament For the loss of all, the one thing that I wanted The thing that I fought for against her conscience Waiting and trying for all of this time Creating and dying for someone to be mine Watching her leave, my while life out the window After all the ground we have made, and all we have been through It all becomes history and put on hold That day my heart will begin to grow cold A bitterness of losing everything I need So into an unsure future I shall lead Into this darkness, an old darkness friend Of my darkest of hearts and my happiness decend Finding memories of who I was That count all my wrongs, hold on I must Holding on to my memories is what keeps me alive And I will be forced to when her lips leave mine For one final time, not knowing what will come next Until the next time we can finally connect Holding on to every day holding back my tears Every time I hold you it embodies my biggest fears That the hands on you one day are not mine If I had not gotten you, there would be a line Of so many guys who don't understand How to speak to you or how to hold your hand Because it all took time and people are impatient As their faces put up and their actions then blatent A disregard for intelligence, and for experience they don't know Not knowing what no longer shows What some people see, they then cannot guess For all that hurts is seen much less But to know is the privlage, knowing is trust To keep the trust of knowing her life is something I must To have her always on my mind and to know so much about her It let's me know I can trust her and that I should never doubt her She us the most amazing girl I have ever had the chance to meet The blessing is being able to greet Her every day of the week But that will be gone, the love still so deep And every day I get to see her in the neat future Will become a memory, reminding me that I knew her And soon I will be part of that past that she made Oh, God, how I wish she could stay... How I wish it were possible, and that her mom didn't care That her mom cared more about her happiness and the love we share That she could see past herself and see how i feel I don't think it would change it, even if she knew it was real But one day I will have her daughter forever And she will live with the fact that we are together And that we will reach beyond each measure And that we will be together no matter the displeasure We will one day be each others, the rules will be gone And that one day...I will call her mom. I wait for the future But I live in right now The time I have with my love, while not aloud I will push to its limits To make sure I get the most out of it And one day, I will he happy with her, and have built a life Around this friend, companion, love and then wife And one day I will smile and look back at this poem Our children will ask what I am reading so I will show them They might hate it, they might now want to read it I will stand up, walk in the kitchen until I see it I will see the girl I wanted for the rest of my life Worth all of the pain and the strife She will read it once more, maybe even remember That one day we both knew we would be together forever I will kiss her and we will smile back at each other And I will then be reminded of why all of this time I loved her And that I always knew that I would Be there in that house, like I knew I could With two kids and each other to get through every day I will look into those eyes and know that some how, some way My dreams came true, and that I had everything I needed With all my prayers to God, I begged and pleaded And I finally got it, my forever at last And from then on, I was happy with every day that passed...
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I live, I look, I read, I smile, I laugh. It's funny how the simplicity of all of that can be confusing, but that's people for you.

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