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Jun 2014
I had to meet you now, at this period in my life
One marked by so much insecurity and strife
Because I swear any other time I'd set all this right
And cut you a place in the fabric next to me with a knife
And we would forever be fine, and forever be free
And forever be happy like we're supposed to be
But the problem is mine, and I know you can see
It's inevitable that time will throw it's shadow upon me
And I'll go away, whether by night or by day
And you'll be left lying
Alone in the fray
An unforgivable reminder of the price I must pay
For all of the stupid games I decided to play
As I look upon all of your poise and your grace
The emotions and feelings that flicker over your face
I need to show you I'll be there even while I'm away
And a perfect life is possible, just a little delayed
So though I can't say it's possible, you have nothing to fear
I refuse to accept it's impossible that one day I won't be able
To call you my dear
Timothy Kenda
Written by
Timothy Kenda  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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