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Can you hold me as tightly as you can

Before you make me a very lonely man

Though not from the pain I will have to withstand

But from feelings only the heart can understand

 

I am slowly but surely loosing my grip

I’m barely holding on the the sanity I can keep

How I badly wish to still believe in you

That somehow some parts of our past were true

 

Now I’m using this poem as a reality check

Can you see my heart that is now a wreck

Mister Sandman please rescue me

Make me sleep forever thus setting me free

©danieldlsantos2012 

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~ by lordouch on November 7, 2012.

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