Anderson Greenwald

(Here it goes and
There it goes again
Such as innocence
It’s important where and when
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I slowly open eyes to bright lights.
It’s almost noon, but it seems too soon
To wake up yet from my dream.
I lie there for what seems like a day
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This day is too long
I awake
To the sound of crying
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How long will it take?
How long before the end
Of this suffering of a life
Without You in my end?
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I look out my window
And see that everything’s white
My eyes yet to adjust
The sudden change to bright
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Tell me why you stayed
Why you put up with me
Why the man that I am
Deserved you in the beginning
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Here’s a man so much in love
It hurts him at night when he’s alone
And that love he wants, he’ll never know
He’ll never know
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How do I explain what just happened?
Without curse words yet unspoken
The headlining feeling is that
I’m more than just a little bit heartbroken
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It’s like I change the world but it’s still the same
Like everyone’s left before I came
Like they’ve done wrong and I’m to blame
I thought I was loved
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I ask you a question…
To then realize that I don’t care;
The fact that I’d rather kill myself
On a stupid little dare
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My faults are my own
And I know full well
That the sins I’ve committed
Will give me to hell.
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I stayed up hours, days, and weeks
After she was gone;
and the world kept turning on
and though she left me broken now
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It’s been too long since I’ve confessed
Too far behind the curve to even guess
How old I was, how late I am
For this message to come out
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Darkness behind closed eyes arrive to light
To the sound of rushing nurses.
Supine aches adorn my tired body.
But that is less than least on my mind.
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Oh Lord! I can’t get enough of You!
My admiration for You can only grow
But when I want You to hear my praise,
It’s seems I only walk on toes!
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I once had a true best friend
Someone to know and to defend
He left and said, “You knew this would end.”
I thought I was loved.
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Although I live, I don’t feel alive
Although I have purpose, I lack the drive
And I feel that everything I do for myself
Just takes up time until I’m sleep deprived.
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As sure as the sun rises in the morning
I find myself awake in dim lit dawn
Lying alone beside myself
Wondering where the old me has gone…
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My…a mile ‘til my grandfather’s house.
A sweet leaf on a tree.
A long fall in October.
A certain chill from a breeze crawls up my back.
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What have I really done?
Besides write words down on a page.
My words are often sad, depressing.
Meant to be read in midnight moonlight
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