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Saturday, June 24, 2006

   Peter
Hanging from a string
A part of me
Spinning around
In pure nothingness
Waiting for the next big thing
To take hold of me
To wake me up
And to point me to my dreams of greatness

And you wrapped your arms around me that night
You asked me if I was alright
I shook my head
And I apologize that you didn’t know what to do
I always took you by surprise like that
And someday I’ll look back and laugh
Oh, you poor thing, you poor man
But in the end you’ll remember how I loved you
And it will bring a smile to your face

You were my everything
Even for a little while on this earth
You were the white knight prince I read about at least for some fast pace moments
You looked just like a king to me
As the boy next door in your white t-shirt
So thank you love for mending the heart of this little girl

So I guess the time for goodbye has gone and passed 3 times over
And every time I die inside and cry a little more
They all thought I was crazy, but a part of me
Will always be
Will always, and always, and always be in love with you
And I die just a little more
That day was just so wonderful, and I curse the time that it had to end
Like Salvador Dali, a clock molded in the back of my mind

I hope I never will completely get over you,
Like that one boy from the 6th grade, I still smile when I see him
I hope you are kind of like him, just a little more
For I fell for you at seventeen
Seventeen, what a blessed cursed aged.
I want you to know I love your laugh, smile, your arms, the way your hair curls
Everything about you
I just want to hold you
So please don’t go, not ever
Because since the day I met you I have been counting down the days till I had to say goodbye, and now it’s here.
So all in all. I love you.
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