John Smith

September 1st, 2000- California
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When I am alone

When I close my eyes I finally have everything
beauty to comfort me
hugs to warm me
love to convince me
but only as long as my eyes are closed
so I stay with my eyes closed, pretending to be warm
with my eyes closed, I miss everything, life as it happens
but I don't want to open them
to awake back to my cold lonely bed
so I stay in my cold lonely head
thinking of the day-- not to far in the future but far out of reality--
of the day when you are here and my lonely bed is warm
when I can open my eyes
to a dream.
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