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














Comments
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I have crushes on fictional characters...
Stress is when you wake up screaming; then realize you havn't even fallen asleep yet...
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
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