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up at 4 am.
breakfast at 6, and of to work at 8,
life in its steady paste.
Putting up with horrible choices,
going though bad experiences,
looking up and wishing that you where somewhere else,
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here with me,
sitting by my side in the cool morning air,
with a warm drink and a blanket for comfort,
to hold you tight in my embrace.
Instead you are gone,
you are keeping up with life's steady paste,
and with that there is no room for me,
in you hectic race to move forward,
I'm left behind at the starting line.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2007-07-17 at 06:43
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I wish you were here
Early morning rise,up at 4 am.
breakfast at 6, and of to work at 8,
life in its steady paste.
Putting up with horrible choices,
going though bad experiences,
looking up and wishing that you where somewhere else,
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here with me,
sitting by my side in the cool morning air,
with a warm drink and a blanket for comfort,
to hold you tight in my embrace.
Instead you are gone,
you are keeping up with life's steady paste,
and with that there is no room for me,
in you hectic race to move forward,
I'm left behind at the starting line.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 926 times
Written on 2007-07-17 at 06:43
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