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May 2012
Sitting alone,
In the house you left me in.
I’ve had a couple too many.
The images around me start to blend.

Make my way,
To those old window panes.
Bringing the memories back,
How you used to hold me when it rained.

And I could swear,
I could hear your voice in my ear.
Feel you wrap me in your arms.
Foolish of me to think,
You’d actually end up here.

Crazy to think,
I’d even be on your mind.
To think you reminisce on those old times.
To believe I’ll ever have another chance,
A chance to call you mine.

I’m on my sixth or seventh shot,
Maybe my eighth, I’m not even sure.
All the images that had started to blend,
Have now become a tangled blur.

I stumble my way up the stairs,
Can’t keep my balance at the top.
A slight sound in my head,
Brings my body to a sudden stop.

And I could swear,
I could hear your voice in my ear.
Feel you wrap me in your arms.
Foolish of me to think,
You’d actually end up here.

Crazy to think,
I’d even be on your mind,
To think you reminisce on those old times.
To believe I’ll ever have another chance,
A chance to call you mine.

But you’re not here,
You’re not here at all.
No messages, no signs,
Not even one single phone call.

And I don’t know why,
I don’t know why you had to leave.
Left just to close my eyes,
And picture you here with me.

And I could swear,
I could hear your voice in my ear.
Feel you wrap me in your arms.
Foolish of me to think,
You’d actually end up here.
First of all, I don't have a title for this. I wrote it as a song. I'm definitely open to suggestions and comments and criticism. Hope you like it!
Courtney Snodgrass
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Courtney Snodgrass  neverland
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