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Jan 21, 2007
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His Yesterday
The door is closed
As pain is exposed
Sick of the rejection
Strives for perfection
Pursuer of his dreams
Victim to their screams
Tears are never shown
His passion is known
As he picks up his pen
He travels to back then
To before he met pain
A place that will remain
In his mind for all time
Where a smile is no crime
A land that only he knows
Full of Broadway shows
Oh he misses those nights
Without the constant fights
As he writes his last line
His face starts to shine
Like he did in the past
Why couldn't yesterday last?
As pain is exposed
Sick of the rejection
Strives for perfection
Pursuer of his dreams
Victim to their screams
Tears are never shown
His passion is known
As he picks up his pen
He travels to back then
To before he met pain
A place that will remain
In his mind for all time
Where a smile is no crime
A land that only he knows
Full of Broadway shows
Oh he misses those nights
Without the constant fights
As he writes his last line
His face starts to shine
Like he did in the past
Why couldn't yesterday last?
Comments
Cathy
19 years 3 months ago
Yesterdays
I have had many, many yesterdays I wish would of never ended or that I could have happen again.. I miss alot of them.. Just glad I finally learned they can forever live in my heart if I let them and want them too..
Cathy