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May 2013
My quiet is quite unruly,
I feel you stare right through me.
I want to walk by you dear,
but you seem so far from here.

You slip right through the crowd,
the music blaring loud.
You take me by the hand,
and show me how to dance.
I'm a fool on my feet.
So this is how,
we finally meet.

Don't let me go,
I have to know,
what exactly did I do wrong?

Before you leave,
hear my final plea,
I love you more than anything in this town,
or all around.

The night was wild,
we were on fire,
nothing could make me,
feel much higher.
How can anyone act so cool,
around me,
I'm such a fool.

We make our way home,
through the wind and cold.
The sound of sirens in streets,
drowns out our dragging feet.
I hope you are my love,
before we end,
and this night is done.

I'm lost, alone,
without a home.
Your eyes fade in and out of the skies.

My hands are cold,
without yours here.
I never want to live alone,
or in fear.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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