Monday, 22 August 2011

Going.. Going... Gone.




Watching you turn your lights out, I wonder what you do afterwards.
Do you keep a light on because you feel lonely?
Or do you embrace the dark?

Do you think of me before you slip into a dream,
Or am I with you the whole time?

Will I find you alone one day, waiting for the light?

Maybe I can be the arms to embrace you when the sun will no longer suffice and it's so cold it's almost unbearable.

Maybe I can be the light that guides you out of the dark,

But if you were to stay,
I would like to be beside you.

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