Thursday, September 4, 2008

Faces of the Past


I see the faces of the past...
But they do not change
There stands me on the second floor
Looking at the world below
What is in a name?
Why am I so different from the rest?
Will things really change?
No.

But I stand here waiting for you.
Even though you never came
Lost...
Alone...
I wish I could see your face

You said it was you who felt not the same
Always in my heart
It's true I was to blame.
When we first met, I stood away
Watching, observing your life in play

Still I hold on, but I do not why
It has always been you
Who has kept me alive inside

When I leave, I hope you remember
Walking into the sunset...
On a winter's December.

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