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When the sun sets
The land becomes dark,
Just like my heart
Where you’ve left your mark.

If you could see
The love that I feel,
You’d come to me
& make this thing real.

I’ll offer you
Each possession I own.
If that’s not enough
I’ll give you my throne.

My throne is my heart
Which I value much.
Thus I ask – be a part
Of my life as such.

© RDX 2004
©2004-2009 ~R-D-X-83
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Just an old one to contrast with new stuff so as to judge amount of (or lack of) progress.

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:icondevin:
Short and sweet. =)
:iconpiperxylon:
Aww...It is very sweet....I do think you have progressed from the time that you wrote this though; from good to great I must say...:hug:

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I have crushes on fictional characters...:drool:

Stress is when you wake up screaming; then realize you havn't even fallen asleep yet...:pissed:
:iconr-d-x-83:
:blush: Thanks. **pets Piper** (keep thinkin of you as a friendly werewlof, hehehe). :)
:iconbianca77:
i like this one very much :) i'll put this one to my :+fav: ;)
:iconr-d-x-83:
hehehe. :) **beams happily** :D Thanks for the :+fav: ;)
:iconavaughan85:
I especially love the simile used "when the sun sets..."
It's like a build up of all of the doubts in your head, until the next day when you have a little bit of hope. However, that hope can just keep coming and going, just like dawn turns to dusk.

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Take Care...
AUSTIN!!

All these things into postion
All these things I'll one day swallow whole
:iconr-d-x-83:
The interpetition is better than the poem if you ask me. I think the choice of words at the time was a bit of a fluke. I didn't put any thought into what I was writing or why. It just came to me. I like it when that happens. Especially when people can read something into it like that.

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