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You are gone and I'm still here I have waited for some time To pour my past into this dirt I lay upon your chest It's wet and the rain is falling on me The ground is like my heart Cold and hard, wet from sweat and tears The past is only filled with fears I had waited for this day Somehow I thought that if you're gone The pain would go away It was a week ago I had to choose Although I didn't have much say How foolish I was not to see you and know To see what you thot would grow So it was you I betrayed I prayed for you everyday On my brain it gnawed Thought all my fears would eventually defraud I had weighed you against him,

A chill down my spine I open the door So many dancers There on the floor The lights are lowered Barely a notch Just for a moment I stand there and watch Got ahold of myself Yes, back on track Pick up a tray And start for the back Grabbed another tray Wine glasses with punch In my other arm A plate of goodies to munch Re-entered the party Crossed to the table Set my things down As quick as I was able Crash! A woman had Dropped her plate I grabbed the towel from my apron And quickened my gait Deftly I bent Wiped up it all But when I stood, the room spun And i started to fall A strong arm, then two Craddled my back

Slowly I awoke Found myself in a bed As i tried to sit up There was a pounding in my head I'm wearing my work clothes I realized with a shock I remembered last night And at my door there was a knock I crossed the large room And opened the door To find there a man I'd never seen before I thought I would die At the sudden surprise Of meeting that pair Of soft brown eyes I felt very dizzy As he stepped inside He frowned only slightly And reached around me to guide Carefully he lay me Down on the bed And bend over me Then stopped and said 'Please dont leave You're sick and it would break my heart I'll get the doctor onl

*Thud*. I suggest laptops and online resources for high school. Even if I have the largest backpack in existence, I still wind up carrying books in my arms. Locker halls are claustrophobic. Chivalry did not die; it was murdered by passing period. With so many students at school, you are forced to utilize that time to reach your next class, regardless of whether you wanted to help a girl out or not. This all ran through my head as I sat down next to my books that I had just dropped. It was my favorite time of the day- lunch. Lunch spelled temporary relief from my typically awkward day and choppy thoughts. I opened the love of my life (aka my l