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May
What are you doing alone these days?
Sighing on windowsills and fogging the pane?
Do you sleep with watchful eye?
I’m told I sound crazy
A damsel in distress.
Pining for my love,
Bliss and happiness.
My dreams, I won’t give up,
Though others might jeer.
For music is the thing
I hold most dear.
He wanted her to heal his heart
She wanted to give him her heart
He has felt pain and so has she
She does not fear it, for it is how she can see
See into his soul and deeply understand
Faced with the ultimate question,
If I were stranded,
All alone,
What would I bring
To make me feel at home?
The answer is difficult,
Not an easy task,
What would I do,
What does a man need?
Is it the feel of a cold breeze?
Is it the cool taste of a fresh fruit?
Is ihands as knotted as a tree's root?
Do you know what I desire?
In the forest of utter importance,
I see five or six of my favorite oaks placed together,
beautiful paintings plastered over their sides,
Tree after tree, clustered,
Much like the popular game
My Life takes a similar name
Where time has caused me to fall
I've stood, high above it all.
Without my Determination,
I could never come back for graduation
