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Labyrinth Apr 2014
I've been laying here,
And you, way over there.

I've been reminiscing you,
Still feeling the same old blues.

I've been loving you,
And I know a thing or two.

That baby, you're not alone,
And that I'll make you know.

That nothing's going to bring us down,
And nothing's going to turn dead brown.

Cause please darling, take a quoted look!
Like the light blue lines of a college book.

We'll always be together,
Pure like a white bird's fallen feather.

And I want you to know,
No matter how much you let go.

No matter how distant,
I'll still be persistent.

Because...
*Baby, you're not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through...
My Norman Nomore.
I'm coming back to you,
And there's no undo,
And oh how it's so true.

Poem inspired by:
Not Alone - Darren Criss
Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.

— The End —